By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 11, 2015 My father’s work took our family to Nellis Air Force Base/Las Vegas at the end of my junior year in high school. Nobody knew me when I registered for senior classes late in the summer of 1975, so when I signed up for “Rhetoric” as an English class, the teacher, Mr. Harrington, wanted to see my placement test scores. “Bright as hell,” he said, and he signed me up. It might be hard fo...
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