Actually when I was a kid in the 60's, our school and our classrooms were almost exactly like Miss Lander's class, and our family and neighborhood lives were almost exactly like Beav, and Larry, and Whitey, Tooey, Lumpy, Chester, and Wally. And there was always a Judy Hensler type in the classroom.
Leave it to Beaver was practically a reality show to me.
Edit: oops, Almost forgot about Eddie Haskell. We had one of those too. His name was Sam Helms.
My school and classrooms were too. But then, around 1968, something went terribly wrong.
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