Seated Behind Roz

It was mayhem in French class at Brooklyn’s Ditmas Junior High School. It was the late 1960s and Mr. V. had passed out the exam, then retreated to the hallway — the echo of his nail clippers made it difficult to concentrate. Students held their noses at the thought that he’d taken off his shoes and began passing around answer sheets. This was material for a budding cartoonist. (Read more at Hyperallergic…)

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