Genre: Lyric Essay
I'd be the year Tracy and Max Schmidt-Dobbs found themselves in the same freshmen homeroom after Max excelled and skipped eighth grade, subsequently landing him next to his older sister Tracy. 1979. Unlucky forces combined, or perhaps it was merely the alphabetical seating arrangements, and this photo was taken: Tracy, half in glee for being the auspicious someone to be seated directly center and therefore assigned to hold the text-board (a truly coveted but chance position) and half mortified to be seated next to her younger brother - whose eyeglass prescription had recently been strengthened and had chosen, in Tracy's opinion, "the most hideous frames ever worn by a pre-pubescent nark of a should-be eighth-grader."
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