MY MIND WAS ON THE EELS
Today in class we are going to be studying a book called Old Yella, a 1956 novel by Fred Gipson. OK my English teacher may have got my attention for that long, as long as it took to introduce the book. In fact I had to Google who wrote the book and when it was written, shows how much attention I paid. I sat in class with my eyes open, gazing at the front of the class, but I wasn’t there, my mind was down the creek, looking for eels under rocks, my mind was riding my bike, I was down the beach, my mind was visiting granddad Moffatt and listening to him telling jokes. I was not in third form English and my
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