
The place for educating young minds. A place where they teach you blanks are meant to be filled, lines are meant to be traced, men are called Peter and ladies are called Jane, and alphabets can’t get any bigger.
And so it is my first day working there armed with nothing but a red pen and a ruler, and maybe like a pencil, and occasionally an eraser, and perhaps a correction marker, hrm, should be about it.
See after the break to experience what the first day was all about.
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