Teenage CocksmanChapter 3
It was late in august just before my junior year. You will remember that last year, my typing teacher had accepted that I was pulling her class down because I could not learn to type. In my freshman year, I took a drawing class, i.e., mechanical drafting and woodworking 1, under the shop teacher Mr. Ed Meyer. Last year, just before midterm of my sophomore year, release from typing class meant I had an hour to fill. Mr. Meyer snapped me up and I became an unofficial teacher's assistant....