Democracy in America, Part Four »
School was clocks. Ms. Johnson had a huge clock above the blackboard, the kind where the secondhand didn’t tick but smoothly whirled around the dial. Mr. Nevins’ clock looked like he stole it from…
School was clocks. Ms. Johnson had a huge clock above the blackboard, the kind where the secondhand didn’t tick but smoothly whirled around the dial. Mr. Nevins’ clock looked like he stole it from…
