I grew up in the southeastern United States in the 60s and 70s. My math-science teacher in seventh grade was a young and attractive woman named Mrs Nielson.
One day early in the year, the whole class became so noisy that Mrs Nielson told us all to come back after school. But the first football game was that afternoon (that may have been the cause of our excitement that got out of hand). Many of us had bought tickets and reserved a place on the chartered bus that would take us downtown to the stadium.
It was a dilemma. I was among those who took their chances and went to the game anyway, giving little thought to possible consequences.
Lesson Learned1
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