![]() ![]() "It will be as thrilling as bungee jumping off the Empire State Building," he told himself, "as challenging as discovering the lost city of Atlantis as rewarding as catching (and releasing) the Loch Ness monster." He had journeyed with them through fourth grade. ![]() Only one teacher had been willing to take on these kids-Mr. "Another year with them and I won't have any hair left!" "Ye gods, no!" their former third-grade teacher, Mr. The muscles in her chin still twitched from the experience. "Not for all the tea in China," their former second-grade teacher, Mrs. Her time with the children had left her with a tooth-grinding problem. "Not for love or money," their former first-grade teacher, Ms. These were the kids other teachers called "rambunctious," "high-energy," and even "naughty." No one dared teach them. ![]() Yes, they were all there-every single one of his students from last year. After brewing himself a cup of rose hip tea (harvested during his recent trek through the Andes Mountains), he sat down at his Tang dynasty writing table to review his class list. Harry Valentine Jupiter-Aesop Elementary's only fifth-grade teacher-rose early. ![]()
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