When I was going to school (1-12), I went to 13 schools all over the country as my Father was transferred often. (He was in computers and they were changing a great deal in the 50s and 60s.) One of the strangest schools was an elementary school just north of Buffalo. NY where they gave us "Certificates" for completing the 6th grade. I remember the Principal telling us to hang on to them as we would need to show them when we started our apprentice program at the local factory where most of their Fathers worked.
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