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pollen. Richard Brown Elementary School, a pearl nestled in the southwestern bend of the
Arkansas River, slunk out of view as the dingy school bus turned and was swallowed by a
I gazed indifferently out of the dirty window and adjusted my skirt, which had bunched up
between the leather seat and the bottom of my legs. A yellow slip peeked conspicuously out of
my backpack--a receipt from the unpleasant transaction that had taken place in the principal's
Fights were not uncommon at Brown. With the ambulance of the river and subsequent expansion
of Maple Junction, there came a steady intermingling of attitudes and personal policies that
governed civil conduct (or the lack thereof) among its citizens, and, by extension, their children.
Moreover, as an aggressively idealistic nine-year-old girl, I had a particular knack for sniffing
out the very ideological foxholes in which I was most unwelcome; today's exploits had included
a scrap with the principal's son, a ruddy-faced tank with a penchant for sending smaller boys into
the drainage ditch behind the school. Following a lesson about the Pacific War, the boy had
remarked that if he were the president, he "would've bombed the rest of Japan--you know, just to
make sure." This, of course, was no less than an intentional, direct attack upon my own moral
code, and I took it upon myself to teach him about world peace--a discourse I delivered