By Anthony Rebora — April 05, 2007 1 min read
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Sam of clean up on aisle life recalls the time, nearly three years ago, when she first moved to New York to take a teaching job as part of an alternative-certification program:

I did not have a place to live, did not yet know what graduate school I had placed in, and had no idea where I would be working. ... During those [first] six weeks, I ate every single meal in my car while slowly making my way down the LIE or the BQE. I lived completely out of a suitcase because the girl I was subletting from left all her belongings.

Ah, to be young again. ...

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