My polling place was over at my old junior high school -- while I was there, I saw my 8th grade PE teacher, Mr. Metzler, and my 8th grade science teacher, whose name escapes me (I keep wanting to say 'Mr. Johnson', but I don't think that's right). Mr. Metzler was jazzed to see me and has a surprisingly good memory; he remembered the year I was in
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