One afternoon we brought Graham O to visit my mom at Mesa Middle School, which I attended from sixth through eighth grade and retain a fondness for despite the truly terrible hairdos that accompany the memories. Jamma currently teaches 7th grade history and we caught her during her lunch period, so there weren't any little punk seventh graders around, at least until the bell rang and then they came swarming which was our cue to book it. Anyway, it was really fun to explore her new classroom and we enjoyed reminiscing about middle school.
Well, some more than others anyway...
Old stomping grounds.
Official hall pass. "Visitor Graham C, here to see Grandma"
Wait, where is Kazakhstan?
Mischief managed.
A lesson in geography.
Excuse me, Mrs. Stephenson? I have a question.
¡Viva México!
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