Usually when I open the upper left hand roll-top drawer I am in a hurry to fetch or store something. Today I noticed that it could hardly be closed. In a moment of insanity I thought, gee, maybe I should clean it out. Mistake! Over the next two hours I reviewed all of my school report cards, K-12. Much was to be learned there. For instance, my kindergarten teacher, Miss Evelyn Pung noted in December of 1945, that my musical skills were somewhat deficient in the first marking period, particularly in the matter of “tone.” However by the time the second marking period rolled around in February, I had managed to move from a “U” to an “S.”
I must inform my current voice teacher that, in spite of what conclusions she may have drawn from our limited time together, the heavy lifting was already done by the time I entered her studio.
I also note with some dismay that in spite of the fact that I managed an “A” in each of the six marking periods in English 12, I was given a “B+” for a final grade. Like, what’s up with that? I suppose it’s too late to lodge a formal complaint…take somebody to court for opportunities lost….
And then I note, as I unfurl a scroll tightly enclosed in a postal tube, from then governor Julian Carroll in 1978, that I am a Kentucky Colonel, and the great unwashed should not take lightly that I am entitled to "...the rights, privileges, and responsibilities appertaining thereunto….” One does wonder lo these many years later, will there be any fried chicken in the offing, to yet come my way.
I would also find that I have seven lifetimes of staples, thirteen different kinds of expired batteries, and a yet-to-be-exposed roll of AGFA Futura 400 film for a smarter-than-average camera that never caught on against the oncoming tide of digital photo-making. The small print reads Für Farb-Papierbuilder. The same to you, Fella.
I must inform my current voice teacher that, in spite of what conclusions she may have drawn from our limited time together, the heavy lifting was already done by the time I entered her studio.
I also note with some dismay that in spite of the fact that I managed an “A” in each of the six marking periods in English 12, I was given a “B+” for a final grade. Like, what’s up with that? I suppose it’s too late to lodge a formal complaint…take somebody to court for opportunities lost….
And then I note, as I unfurl a scroll tightly enclosed in a postal tube, from then governor Julian Carroll in 1978, that I am a Kentucky Colonel, and the great unwashed should not take lightly that I am entitled to "...the rights, privileges, and responsibilities appertaining thereunto….” One does wonder lo these many years later, will there be any fried chicken in the offing, to yet come my way.
I would also find that I have seven lifetimes of staples, thirteen different kinds of expired batteries, and a yet-to-be-exposed roll of AGFA Futura 400 film for a smarter-than-average camera that never caught on against the oncoming tide of digital photo-making. The small print reads Für Farb-Papierbuilder. The same to you, Fella.
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