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Twitter

I may do Haiku

Tweets are unknown and foreign

No need to Twitter

 

As you’ve seen from over 1,600 posts I’ve expanded my repertoire, editing on the fly and able to do what was not easy in high school or college, writing 500 words in less than 20 minutes. If I could have done that back then I’d have been cum laude and not just Dean’s List.

I also try bad Haiku from time to time. It’s all an exercise in learning and fulfillment. Tweeting is foreign to me and I fear I may come at it with a slow learning curve.

Unfortunately grades in high school and college are based on word counts. Who decided that? So Moses rode down the river in a basket. In high school and college I was never asked to think, so learned that on my own over the years.

Now I can do the word counts in a few moments and express my thoughts. Paring down life and words may be next. Thanks, reader. Dee

p.s. I still have the first 1957 Smith-Corona portable electric typewriter my Aunt gave me for my high school graduation. It was the envy of the dorm pre-computer age. I wrote some good papers on that typewriter.

p.p.s. Not as well as I do now with editing and spell checvkvo

 

Teachers

Mrs. Johnson in 2nd grade helped me get my feet on the ground and inspired me to learn. Mrs. McElhheny in the third grade hated my left hook penmanship and the “Squeaky Sisters” violin duet and I won’t rat my better half out.

Fourth grade we had a “divorcee” who taught me math on a football field and I nailed it. Fifth was Mrs. Tibbetts who was so cute and young and just married and the class challenged her with a walkout. She got us all back in hand and I wrote my best paper to date, on Chicago, City of the Broad Shoulders with the essential Carl Sandburg poem and photos pasted into a journal of the meat packing district et al.

Next was math, Mr. B. Primes and algebra et al and I was good at this. Then we moved and everything was two years earlier…….

Is there still a Mason-Dixon line? I know that when I crossed it I lost two years of school that I had to make up when we moved back above it. Now we may move back there, just below the line, and have no kids but still am wary. It’s not like our dog is going to get any dumber and nor will we.

It’s late and I’ll tell you the entire issue in sports (most of it is here) when I return. Music teachers are next. Cheers, Dee, and remember The Happy Wanderer in your dreams.