Memory of those horrid grammar text books in elementary
school. And then being assigned 3 pages of work for home.
Took well over an hour of "home" time. As a Freshman sitting
at my desk in English class, paying little attention, the
prof mentioned looking at his grade book for a moment, and
he would announce the top "scholar" in the class. And it was
me. I almost burst milk thru my nose had I been drinking milk. From that time I've enjoyed it somewhat, but never to
the extent that it made all those hours worthwhile. I mean
who wants to be top in the class in English at age 15?

Last edited by LukeJavan8; 01/26/11 03:56 PM.
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