This is gonna be the thread where we talk about stuff

My 3rd grade teacher was one of those lovely Southern ladies who seems to have discovered the secret of immortality (she’s still alive!), telling us frightening tales of olden days when there was just one phone for the whole neighborhood ooOOOooo. Every once in a while we’d get our worksheets in purple ink. I never asked, but I think she found a resourceful way around just waiting for the copy machine, or waiting for them to fix a jam, anyhow.