Once a week we were bussed
to a
different school
where the
boys were taught to use tools
and the
girls were taught to sew and bake.
I wanted to
make the birdhouse
and not the
gingham apron,
but once
again, there was no choice.
I remember
the cake best —
the
pineapple upside-down cake.
It was just
tasty enough
to make me
think for one day, just one day
that we
were the ones
that got
the better deal.
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