Old Mrs. Watson had been dealing with pint-sized eccentrics for years, but she had never met anyone like Will Coffman. To say he was a terror was both an exaggeration and a compliment. The kid had endless energy and a penchant for wild, destructive performances in the school hallways that whipped his fellow students into a hormone-fueled frenzy. He was an eighth grade Che Guevara. So it was no surprise when, in the height of America’s love affair with Forrest Gump, Mrs. Watson caught Will bounding down the halls in a Bubba Gump Shrimp Company hat while his classmates chanted “Run, Forrest, Run,” in synchronized cacophony. His principal’s office visit that day was the first in a storied tradition.
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