My brownest period

In the mid-seventies, I accepted a transfer to a school where I had the most difficulties, regarding what might be called a personality-clash.

The fact that, when one of the classes put on a play, in which they imitated the teachers (In my case, me teaching dancing), they had a girl being me, in brown, seems to reflect the whole experience.
(I lent her my glasses for this picture.)

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