I never really minded seclusion. Yeah it was smelly, but you got used to that. I kind of liked the aloneness though. Constantly being in the company of others got me feeling very crowded at times. Just sleeping in a room with so many others took getting used to. But in seclusion, it was just me. Not so bad.

I went to the school upstairs. I remember a teacher who used to read palms on the side. I don't remember much of the schoolwork though. Must've done it but don't remember much of that. But I wasn't behind when I went back to public school after. So it must've been ok.

I wouldn't say I'm haunted by my memories, but they do pop up in my mind at times. And I find these photos so .. I don't know ... they make me think and remember and relive somehow. Not in a bad way, but in a reflective way. As in, look at where I am now after being locked in there.

Hey John, I remember the field trips too. We went to the movies, a Clint Eastwood movie in fact, and we went swimming at, maybe Brandeis? I think that's where it was.

I was there in 72-73 or so. On Ward D. We girls had the room all the way at the end of the hall near the fire stairwell. Our bathroom was just across the hall and the "bath" room was just beside us. I remember lots of things, especially lately. I don't know why but it's been on my mind alot.

I remember Nap too! Besides the maple sugaring, we used to pick milkweed pods and cook and eat them too. His class was a truly bright spot to the week!

I remember roller skating in there too. The skates were kept just inside to the left. I also remember singing on that stage during a show one time. We had fun in that room.