Blog number 202 05 August 2008
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My teacher, Celeste, was herself a genuine sadist. This was made clear to me the very first day of nursery school, when she led our class in a game of "Simon Says" designed to inflict flesh wounds: "Simon says : Poke yourself in the eye! Simon says: Hit yourself on the head with a Lincoln log! Stick a crayon up your nose! Whoops. I didn't say Simon says, now did I, Juan?"
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Sounds just like one of my elementary school teachers, Mrs. Coleman. Only the abuse was verbal and constant. She was fond of calling me a liar every time I spoke about something. We survive somehow. DB
Hi dbdacoba. Where did you find that screen name? Gimme the etiology, OK?
I once sat in with my daughter in first grade because she was scared. I thought it was just one of those "new" things and when she got used to the new surroundings and kids, she would be OK.
She didn't seem all that concerned with me sitting in the back - seemed happy and visited and did her work, etc. I never did understand why she needed me there.
Many years later, I'm talking to my midde son and he shows me a story about a first grade teacher that made fun of what the kids ate for breaskfast - insulted them and their family, etc. My son said that the guy that wrote the story must have had the same first grade teacher that he did, because his teacher also did the exact same thing. This was the teacher that taught the class that my daughter wanted me to sit in with. Something was obviously wrong with that woman.
Hi. I just put together pieces of my name. I had to do it in several different ways in order to get Verizon to accept one when I first got hook up in '04.
My journal name is Vagabond Jouneys because I'm a vagabond and I've been around.
Who can measure the harm some teachers have done to us? If it hadn't been for Mr. O'Conner I might have become an astronaut. He was the elementary school SCIENCE teacher. He asked the class one day what we wanted to be when we grew up. I was very interested in Astronomy at the time and replied that I wanted to be the first man on the moon. He scornfully said that it was stupid and ridiculous to say something like that because man can never go to the moon.
So I gave up my career in space and became an actor instead.
DB
HI again, dbdacoba.
I tried to find your journal by clicking on "dbdacoba", went there,but when I typed your screen name in where it said to do so, nothing happened. Seems like I found your journal once before, but I'm not too sure about that. I have trouble telling the difference between my dreams and my awake life.
My not becoming a pilot, or an L.A. Cop for more than three days, are the two biggie disappointments of my lifetime career opportunities. Does that astronaut thing affect you that way?
Is acting in any way a replacement for that, but in a different way?
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