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| Today is Friday and it will soon become dusk. I appreciate the length of daylight we here in the Midwest have been given. I dont mind it at all. I think for kids this is a gift. More time to play outside, and then the parents are relieved to have some free time in the afternoons to decompress from the day. I have not updated people but I do have a new job. I know that I've got 'new jobs" but most of them are jobs where I have to earn the money by selling to people online, mostly, and then to see whether I can find people in need of tutoring English comp or lit. I have yet to get a student in dire need of help in writing an essay or a story or anything. I guess I might have known that but I've been asked by the employer to see if I could see how I might help in other subjects like algebra. I hazarded a guess that I might be so they gave me an assessment test. I got 4 answers out of like 10 or 15. So there went the algebra tutoring. Who the hell cares for algebra except perhaps the SAT people or those who have nothing better to do than teach the subject. I predict that there will be a time when the need for algebraic equations will wane and we will be back to the days of the horse and buggy. I even remember someone in my high school say "Who will ever use Algebra in college or in life?" So algebra was not the thing to know. Not even Calculus and that was my worst thing in my career as a student. It threatened my GPA and got me almost to the brink of self-expulsion from college. I worried about this for a whole summer and thought I would never ever live again. The school never said a word about me getting into a dire state with them. I dreamt up the whole problem. But, I also got into literature and read Dorothy Sayers' books all summer and that got me into a anesthetized mood and felt more like myself by the time term time came upon us. Thank God we have books to read that help our sad lives which we've somehow got ourselves into a pickle time and time again. |
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