Not buying it? Neither did my grade four teacher, Mrs. Cops. I still remember her after all these years. What I remember the most about her is the accuracy she had when throwing chalk at us. She would be writing on the board and in one fluid motion turn, fire and nail you right in the forehead. It was uncanny. That’s why I always tried to sit behind the kid with biggest head in the class. I was just trying to work the odds. Speaking of odds, after posting over 104 blogs, without fail, there’s was bound to be a day when I just couldn’t come up with anything. Maybe it’s the heat wave we’re going through in Toronto, maybe it’s trying to catch up after all the travel or simply a cranial cramp. I got nothing.
I wonder what would have happened if I was totally honest with Mrs. Cops? “My homework?…To be honest Mrs. Cops I didn’t feel like doing it”. Just got a shiver.
Until next time,