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I was invisible in high school...

posted by Kasthu on November 15, 2006 at 2:17 PM | link to this | reply

I like the qualifictions, every one should have these Ariel... just a slip, a fortunate one I think.

posted by marieclaire66 on November 9, 2006 at 11:08 PM | link to this | reply

Wordactress

 

Unfortunately (?) I never made it to high school, or grammar or secondary school as it wsa in England back in 1945. In fact I left school with no formal qualifictions at all : I expect that these days I'd be eligible for all sort of counselling! I mean, the guy's gotta be some kinda dummy, hasn't he?

But all my life I've had an insatiable lust for learning ; for knowledge, for new concepts, new opinions. My love affair with the English language has also become if anything even more passionate. So yep, I guess I am the same kid who left infant school in 1945.

I count myself very fortunate that a lot of poetry, stories and other works come into my head almost, or fully, formed. I rarely have to struggle to put my thoughts into words. I'm a very lucky man.

I like your exuberant posts! Thank you.

posted by ariel70 on November 9, 2006 at 10:35 AM | link to this | reply

WA, yep, a lot of me is still there. And I'd say it was there at an even

earlier age.

Welcome to Blogit. Hope you like it and stick around for ever and a day.

posted by _dave_says_ack_ on November 9, 2006 at 10:11 AM | link to this | reply

WA, yep, a lot of me is still there. And I'd say it was there at an even

earlier age.

Welcome to Blogit. Hope you like it and stick around for ever and a day.

posted by _dave_says_ack_ on November 9, 2006 at 10:11 AM | link to this | reply

When I was in high school, I was so lovely, I am not that any more

posted by star4sky5 on November 9, 2006 at 9:01 AM | link to this | reply

What a lovely addition to the blogit world! WElcome

A superb addition. I love your story, it made me smile and remember the old tricks I got up to...I did not need to tie sheets, being on the ground floor, but my mother did discover the pillow on the pillow below the blanket...I did not go as far as adding a wig but I might as well have, and off into the night we went on friend's motorbike...and the old key I found lying on the dusty basement floor, the key that happened to open the iron bar gate barring the window to freedom... wild times spent with the English boys from Twickenham till wee hours in the morning on the streets. These were the days, just don't tell my kids about this, that would make them look very uncool, my daughter seems an angel compared to her mum.

posted by marieclaire66 on November 9, 2006 at 1:37 AM | link to this | reply