England Speaks English

England Speaks English

I know this seems to be a recurring motif, but in my younger years, I wasn't too swift. Oh sure, I had my IQ points and I did well in school, but I was severely lacking in common sense. There are all sorts of things that I could blame like a late-blooming pubescence or an inferiority complex (and I don't necessarily discount an idiocy gene somewhere in the mix). I was fine most of the time and upon first meeting me, I could put on a good show. It was only after you'd known me for a period of time that one of my "blond" moments would happen.

And then the secret would be out.

Seventh grade English I had Mrs. Tibbals. She was a crotchety older lady, in her mid-fifties, with a disposition that added another twenty years. She was wheelchair bound most of the time with thinning grayish pepper hair. She was not a person who seemed entirely happy with the hand life had dealt her but there was one thing you could definitely say about her - she loved teaching.

(SPECIAL!! This time you can actually hear me tell the story word for word!!)
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