Monday, 5 September 2011
Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.
I went flipping through some scrapbooks tonight trying to conjure up fond memories of my school days, but the only thing I found were drawings of dinosaurs, notes from teachers complaining about my habit of drawing dinosaurs, and three hundred gazillion field day ribbons. Which pretty much sums up my entire academic career. Well, that and all the UNSATISFACTORY! handwriting grades on my report cards.
I wasn't very good at school for a badrillion different reasons. But I did learn some things. Some things I have carried with me for, well, 26 years.
Mrs. Johnson, it seems, taught me computer words all the way back in 1985. She also taught me it is slutty to exchange kisses for candy bars.
At least one of her lessons stuck.
Posted by Heather Anne Hogan at 11:28 pm