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The bad dreams that I still had one more year to go at Lane finally stopped about 10 years ago. There were many reasons why the four years were the worst in my life, everything from the forced nude swimming (the lifeguards got to wear trunks) to the Pauly inspired abusive greaser hall guards. Two lousy electives in four years, three good teachers out of twenty or so and on it goes. The one bright spot was Mr. Zak, we still meet for breakfast twice a month. Thanks for calling and have fun.
