Virtual Scapegoat

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In sixth grade, my friends and I formed the “Interceptors Club,” we enjoyed all things that had to do with espionage and especially James Bond. From our viewing and reading we learned that by placing tape over the door latch, we could prevent our teacher from locking up the classroom during lunch or recess – as was the practice. So, while the other kids were out playing, we were in the classroom rifling through their desks and checking out their personal belongings.

Our greatest find was a love letter written between classmates. Innocent 6th grade love – with all the accompanying embarrassment and cruelty. We provided the later. We duplicated the letter and distributed it to the class – incognito, of course. We almost got in trouble, but at the last minute the lad confessed to actually writing the letter – red faced and humiliated, while we laughed and joked for days.