The cure was worse than the disease. A stern Franciscan nun by the name of Sister Margarita met me at the second grade entrance of a Catholic school in Cuba many years ago. Being the first day of school, she delineated a sundry list of rules and immediately commenced to impart knowledge. Being that I was highly hyperactive (self diagnosed), I proceeded to briefly socialize with my newly acquired classmates and soon thereafter felt that indescribable feeling of burning pain that savaged my brain; she made good on the enforcement of the rules by using a ruler. Being a hyperactive […]

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