tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701267910813474066.post8839940014724947171..comments2023-09-19T11:32:34.072-04:00Comments on Lil's Book of Questions: What Do You Remember from Your Schooldays? Part ILil Blumehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12590816428802923708noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701267910813474066.post-36099502838056905382013-02-21T17:57:30.836-05:002013-02-21T17:57:30.836-05:00from Roy Eaton:
"Many years later, I ran into...from Roy Eaton:<br />"Many years later, I ran into one of my former students. He said, 'Hey, I know you. You're the teacher that smashed the clock.' Then, 'Yeah, that's about all I remember from my college days.'"<br /> <br />Cute reply but I wonder what he would have answered if you had asked him what meaning did he take from that incident. Your commitment? Your ??? Why was it such a striking memory? pun intended :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701267910813474066.post-17131133514944704842011-09-17T09:39:15.233-04:002011-09-17T09:39:15.233-04:00Sergio Melo wrote: "I have so many recollecti...Sergio Melo wrote: "I have so many recollections from my school days. I remember, for instance, when a Geography teacher scolded a whole class of older students who were bullying me because of my sexual orientation. I could only overhear what she was saying at a distance. So, at the age of, let's say, 16ish, it was the first time ever someone took a clear stand to defend me from social violence while everyone else would simply pretend nothing was happening.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701267910813474066.post-30287045041803323862011-09-12T12:24:51.319-04:002011-09-12T12:24:51.319-04:00Da Buoy wrote: "Memory is mostly about forge...Da Buoy wrote: "Memory is mostly about forgetting. We are innundated with the noise of culture and desire. The din of life can easily mislead and perplex, if we don't filter it with absence. Most of us remember how we got where we are... the school plays, the pretty date, prom, how we survived a bully... RECALCULATING<br /><br />Thank goodness for forgetting. It helps us know what to remember."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701267910813474066.post-90779964907389291422011-09-12T11:03:21.772-04:002011-09-12T11:03:21.772-04:00I remember lots. Some of the things were the trau...I remember lots. Some of the things were the traumatic experiences - like being made fun of in Grade 9; missing the ski bus to Mont Tremblant because I slept in; but most of the memories are happy. They all have to do with doing stuff: playing in the band, being the only kid in Grade 12 in the JUNIOR football team; auto mechanics and woodworking; the chem teacher who was totally intimidated by me; and especially the English teacher that "got" me. Too bad I didn't run into him until Grade 12.<br />I also remember lots of girls. I liked girls then alot, but didn't know how to play their game. Like most guys, I didn't learn that until university.Howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03007881612250785029noreply@blogger.com