tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046609680738979900.post4454297737823297932..comments2023-04-03T03:39:24.789-07:00Comments on "B" Stings: Portraits of a Misfit Childbronwyngordonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048506676204085935noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046609680738979900.post-38672546666712227442012-02-21T06:41:49.967-08:002012-02-21T06:41:49.967-08:00Thanks, Mike. Someday I'd like to interview pe...Thanks, Mike. Someday I'd like to interview people who loved every year of their school experience and were never the targets of bullying. I've never actually met any of those people but presumably they exist. I'd like to interview a few bullies, too, and ask them "What were you thinking?"bronwyngordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02048506676204085935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046609680738979900.post-76570957547748778522012-02-20T22:53:12.675-08:002012-02-20T22:53:12.675-08:00That second one was a bit close to home. 7th Grad...That second one was a bit close to home. 7th Grade...what a terrible trial! Great post B.@NativeMikeAdamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08446931065863021549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046609680738979900.post-88294911102615180022012-02-11T05:50:20.019-08:002012-02-11T05:50:20.019-08:00Thanks! I confess I had to look up autodidact. I, ...Thanks! I confess I had to look up autodidact. I, too, had various barrettes attached to the soft, slippery strands of my hair. I usually lost them at some point during the school day. My third grade teacher and one of my high school English teachers were the two I remember who actually thought I had potential.bronwyngordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02048506676204085935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046609680738979900.post-15119485619187846312012-02-09T16:07:53.245-08:002012-02-09T16:07:53.245-08:00I'll bet you're an excellent teacher.
I n...I'll bet you're an excellent teacher. <br />I never asked or answered questions, always knew the answer should be more complicated than what popped into my brain (well, not when it came to math) and hid behind my hair. I was only vocal when playing the class clown.<br />Turns out.<br />The answers were that easy, I'm an autodidact and it takes copious amounts of hairspray or a military barrette to keep my locks out of my eyes.<br />I remember every fabulous teacher that ignored my nature, complimented my silent successes and pushed me to be more. There were three of them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com