In first grade, Hakimeh Khanoom our teacher issued an ultimatum: "Anyone who has the dirtiest uniform will have his or her uniform hung above the blackboard after recess". Well you can guess whose uniform was nicely hung from a nail on a hanger. I was very embarrassed as you can tell by the length of time it has remained in my memory. But that was not the only time I was embarrassed. My mom had asked her sister Hakimeh khanoom (or my khaleh Hakim) to have me drink a glass of milk every day. I remember very clearly how I hid under her desk from the rest of the class to slowly drink that horrible white "shame". As I was sitting there I would hear giggling and then little faces who would peak to meet mine only to hear my grumbling. Ah! the good old days.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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