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Dennis Bauer April 15, 2014 at 02:43 pm
Good one, David. Good food for thought. Do I have to wait for "Food for Thought Day" toRead More give it some thought? Nah... there isn't one. So I'll think about this today. Honest!
Do you see "parental control begin streaming" parental controls are disabled on my Laptop. I did much research on Apple's own discussion boards and this is a remote access. A hack into my privacy and it keeps happening.
John Draper March 26, 2014 at 04:55 pm
You will win. Hang in there
Michele Reamey March 26, 2014 at 07:41 pm
Always. I have to. THIS, right here is MY life and I will not cower or quit on myself for anyoneRead More else.
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Alice Virginia Anderson March 29, 2014 at 10:16 am
With a name like Alice Anderson I grew accustomed to being seated according to my various teachers'Read More seating charts. Front row and dead center. Such was not the case with my very first year of my venture into the land of all things classroom and educational. My first year of Kindergarten, taught by Miss Luella, I was relegated to the last desk in the room, the one near the muddy boots, umbrellas and damp little coats. On that very first day of class, Miss Luella, with an excitement in her voice that never left her - no, not ever - walked slowly around the room handing out little red tickets. These would give each child a free pass to the Puyallup Fair. I watched in eager anticipation as she made her way towards me. But~! By then, wouldn't you know it, the tickets had run out. She looked at me sadly saying she was sorry but the tickets were now all gone. Convinced that the world had come to an end, that I hated school, was sure that Miss Luella didn't like me, I stomped out of the room, ran down the hall, threw open the double doors and made my way down to Tillicum Park where I played on the swings, went down the slide, teeter-tottered solo, having a grand time until my mother, frantic with worry put an end to my freedom and punctuated it with a spanking. But after that little episode, I returned to Miss Luella's magical classroom where she talked in a sweet voice, always filled with enthusiasm and excitement. I never had a teacher who could hold a candle to her and I had lots of years of education. She was the gold standard. And I loved her. I am 65 now. And this Kindergarten teacher of mine is in Heaven where I am so hoping I will one day again sit at her knees while she opens a gigantic story book - one filled with beautiful pictures - and she begins to read... "Once Upon A Time..." Love you, Miss Luella. And thank you David Anderson for your touching story. I love you, too. You being my brother. :-)
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