The Chalk Ghost
(V-06: Student Perspective) Mr. Henderson was a disaster of a human being. He smelled like old library books and peppermint, and he had a cough that sounded like a gravel crusher. He taught physics at our community center in Brooklyn, a place where the walls were peeling and the heating only worked on Tuesdays. Most of us hated his class. He didn't do "fun" experiments. He didn't use...
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