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clara was not in my class, but the other third grade class. she was, however, in my math class. one day i was wandering in and out of the desks, checking work and helping with problems. as i passed clara i heard her mutter, "i wish you were my teacher." i smiled and asked her, "why do you say that, clara? mrs. m is a great teacher. you're very lucky to have her." clara sighed the saddest of sighs. "she is a good teacher, but you're funnier. she tells us gross hospital stories, but it's not enough. she just doesn't satisfy me."