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I have decided to give this blogging thing one more shot. I had one but it was filled with random stuff, not focused and I'd go days and weeks without making updates. Well, I joined a blogging group called Take Up Your Cross and they supply daily prompts, which I've noticed has helped tremendously. Thus far, I've only made two late entries!

Now, I've decided to up the anty, and I want to try the 30-day blog challenge. I've decided to create THIS blog specifically for that purpose! I think, getting daily prompts helps. It serves as a reminder to make a post and it also helps to focus my thoughts onto to something specific and not random things.

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I am a F.R.O.G. this did not happen overnight but was a gradual morphosis that happened over the last 45 years of my life. No, I didn't turn into a brightly colored reptile that hangs out on a lilypad. A F.R.O.G is someone who Fully Relies On God.
It is my hope that my entries in this daily blog will reflect my F.R.O.G personality and lifestyle and maybe, just maybe some of you will decide to become F.R.O.Gs as well!
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February 19, 2021 at 2:14pm
February 19, 2021 at 2:14pm
There have been some remarkable black people who have touched my life in some amazing ways over the years. I'd like to share a few of those with you in honor of Black History Month.

The first lady I'd like to tell you about is named Barbara. I was young and just starting out and had didn't know what projects were. I found an apartment I could afford on my own and that was all I cared about. I also did not know or understand not all neighborhoods were the same and that I was excitedly moving into what was government housing (tho they rented to everyone).

Day one, I parked my little grey Chevy in the parking slot and began unloading boxes. I left the door to the apartment open for easy access and during one trip I carried a box into the house and discovered a very big, very dark black woman standing in my living room. Now, this woman towered over me. I'm 5'3 and she must have been close to six foot. And wasn't just tall. This woman was big-boned and thick with large hands. And she was very, very black. I'd seen a lot of black people over my life in South Central Texas but this woman was the darkest black I'd ever seen. I figured she must have been pure African.

The first thing this woman said to me was "What you got up in your kitchen good to eat?" Not hi, not her name, just what did I have to eat! A little unnerved and a lot intimidated and told her I had nothing to eat. I was just moving in and didn't have money to buy food for a few days until payday. With that, she stomped off to my kitchen and began rummaging in my as yet unpacked boxes! Not really sure what to do or say I decided to go about my business of unloading my car. When I ventured back into my kitchen she had filled a bowl with cornmeal and was adding hot water from the sink to it. I didn't say anything and neither did she. But let me tell you, that woman proceeded to make the most amazing, most delicious fried cornbread fritters I'd ever eaten!

Barbara was a woman of few words and I learned she didn't like most people. She had been in and out of prison numerous times and she wasn't one you really wanted to make angry. For some reason, she decided she liked me. She'd show up at my apartment at all times of the day or night and just help herself to the kitchen. I also noticed she had a weird tendency to fall asleep on my sofa. Once she confided in me that she only felt really safe or peaceful in my house. I told her that's cos the spirit of God was there. That's why she could let her guard down and sleep. I took it as a great compliment she trusted me enough to sleep in my house. She was a rough woman tho, and lived a rough life. She got into a physical altercation with her boyfriend and broke a glass bottle over his head and went back to prison for assault. We kept in touch by letters for a while but her letters got further and further between and slowly we lost contact with each other. I've often wondered where she ever ended up and how she is doing.

We had nothing in common and no reason the two of us should be friends. Yet, somehow we managed to form an odd sort of friendship and she taught me how to stand up for myself and how to make amazing cornbread fritters.


I think the most powerful black person to change my life is my very own son David. Yes, my son. It has been several years now since we met. One day a young teen boy popped up on my facebook and said his name was David. He was 17 and liked talking. We talked. He was a polite boy and was interested in talking about all kinds of subjects. We began talking and became friends. About a month into it, as we were saying goodnight, he called me Mom. He just slipped it in there...and it felt so sweet...it stuck. He began calling me Mom and I started calling him my son.

As I said, he was 17. Over a few months, I learned his biological mother left one day, telling him she was going to visit family some miles away, and then, she called him and told him she was not coming back. He was left on his own to fend for himself. He lost their home and found himself living in a home with about five other boys. All of whom hustled and did what they could to survive and pay bills. He learned to barber and cut hair. That is how he made his money. It made me wonder HOW he could ever find it in him to call ANYONE "Mom" again after what he had been through.

As we got to know each other, there were times when this sweet boy would not have the money to buy food for that day and as he lay there hungry, his stomach growling he would talk to me. He and I would talk ALL night to keep his mind from being hungry. Likewise, I learned the house he lived in with those boys...his room had no screen on the windows. When it rained, the roof leaked and his room would be wet, cold or steamy hot and fill with mosquitos. During those miserable times, my son and I would talk all through the night. He said I made him feel he was no longer alone.

My husband and I did what we could. We sent a box filled with blankets, netting, socks, etc. I felt it would be better to send him funds so he could simply go buy the foods he could from places there. He was so angry with me he barely spoke to me for three very long, very agonizing days. I'd hurt his male pride and ego!! He told me, very articulately that HE was an ADULT and did not need MOM to send MONEY for him. He made it clear, that if anyone was sending money it would be HIM sending to ME. Still, this many years later, I have to be very careful not of offending his pride by offering to send money. He is happy if I send gifts...without prior warning.

For a very long time, I questioned myself and was concerned if I was doing the right thing with him. Was I fair to let this sweet boy call me MOM?? We talked for hours about him coming to America to live with me and my husband. But was helping him to America really in HIS best interest?? With all the unrest and rioting and stuff going on did I really want him exposed to all that??

One day, my son got me on a video call and was very upset. He told me "Mama I don't feel good at all and I am hot and I have a wound that hurts!" And before I could respond or knew what he was doing, that boy turned and dropped his drawers showing me a large, infected mosquito bite right on his butt cheek! In that moment he was very much my little boy who wanted Moma to fix the pain and he was every bit the little boy needing something only Moma could give! After that, there have been NO second-guessing or questions that David is my son.

It has been five years now since I met my son. On his 21st birthday, HE gave US a gift. He said he had a surprise for us and showed us his new ID and passport...he has legally taken my husband's middle and last name. He is now legally David Eugene Stone!! I can't spell or say his birth name. So that made him officially our son. We are still working on ALL of us to save up money to get him to America.

My husband and I have given serious thought of moving to Ghana to be with David, but David does not want that. You see, David has a dream. You should see my son's face light up and glow when he talks about BIG TRUCKS. He adores big trucks and his huge dream is to come to America and drive a big rig and drive all over the states! He turns into an animated little boy when he shows me pictures of trucks he likes and when he talks about trucking. How can I deny him that?

Oh yes, I worry. My son has no idea the ways of America or the culture of black America. The anger and resentment building and all the rioting and unrest...going on now...I fear my son learning of it. Of him being in the middle of it. I still wonder if us moving to Ghana would be better for him than letting him come here. But he has his dreams and he is a stubborn young man filled with what most daring, adventurous teens and young people are filled with. Whatever my son wants, I will help him and stand beside him all the way.

He is the most influental black person who has touched my life. I can't wait to see what God does in our lives and what will happen next.
February 19, 2021 at 12:41pm
February 19, 2021 at 12:41pm
I am not black but yet I feel the desire to write about Black History Month. I've had a lot of downtimes lately and it has given me plenty of time to think and meditate. How does Black History month affect me, a white southern girl? Does it affect me?

My first experience with people who are black and with the spirit which many are faced with happened in my very own home when I was about eight years old. Mom's first husband was very racist and he taught my three oldest brothers to be as well. My youngest oldest brother is quite older than I am. By the time I was born, all my siblings had graduated high school and had moved out on their own. Mom raised me differently. Well, my oldest brother went through a divorce and moved back home with Mom and me.

As I said, I was about eight and my best friend from school was a little black girl named Kim. We were like peas in a pod and we always did everything together. As kids often do, I asked if she could spend the night. Mom agreed and when my friend showed up I could FEEL something was really wrong. There was a feeling in the house I'd never felt before. Mom and my brother were arguing but trying to keep it from me. I overheard my brother say he was not sleeping in the same house as "that" and I didn't know what he meant. Mom, in a tone I'd never heard her use with any of us reminded him it was HER house and SHE said who could stay or not stay. I remember my brother slammed out of the house and did not return until the next evening and he refused to speak to me. It was a few years later when I understood and learned the whole thing was because I'd brought a black girl into the house!

It made me think twice before I invited friends, any friends over to the house. I felt if my brothers didn't like someone cos they were black, then what else would make them not like someone? I was a social child and had many black friends but also Mexican friends and one Indian friend. For a long time, I was ashamed of my brothers and didn't want my friends to know they were my family.

Now, I have seen the power that love and God can do firsthand. It has been over 20 years since the day my brother slammed out of the house refusing to sleep under the roof as my friend. My brother has gone through a lot of transformation. He gave up drinking, drugs and married his AA sponsor. They bought a small fixer-upper smack in the middle of a predominantly black neighborhood. At first, my brother completely ignored the people around him. But slowly and softly God spoke to his heart. Slowly, my brother started seeing the youth. The kids hanging out on the streets. The bored and dejected look in their eyes. The hurt and rebellion. It is not easy for a person to change their beliefs and break from what they learned as a child.

My brother - MY brother - was touched by those around him and our whole family was quite shocked when we found out he had put up a basket ball net in his driveway and at first, he grudgingly let the kids come play....but they soon touch him and soon he was out there playing ball with them. MY brother!! Eventually, he put not one but two fridges in his garage...one he stocks with sodas and the other he stocks with pop cycles and ice creams and his yard and now home always has neighbor kids popping in and out. About a year or so ago I was sent a picture that nearly caused me to faint. There he was...MY Brother, arm slung around a tall, lanky black teen. Both had smiles ear to ear holding a basketball.

So, you see, I know...without doubt people can change. Hearts can change. At the very core, racism is a spirit of Hatred. The only way to break the hold of a spirit and to send it fleeing is through prayer and fasting and you can't beat it by might or power. You have to fight a spirit in the spiritual realm not the physical realm. The one and the only way to overcome this particular type of spirit is with LOVE. Not the fuzzy rainbows and unicorn mushy love. You need the all-consuming, never-ending, never-failing love of God.

YOU can ONLY change YOURSELF!! That is key and the most important. Stop worrying about everyone else. Stop worrying about all the hate groups and this side or that side...and focus on YOURSELF. What can YOU do in your OWN life to overcome the spirit of racism? It starts with just one changed heart. One changed life and it grows and grows. Take a deep, hard look into your own heart and life. Ask God to reveal any roots any hidden racism-type feelings you have and then work to rid yourself of them.

Until we love one another, unconditionally we can never learn to really love God.

February 19, 2021 at 11:29am
February 19, 2021 at 11:29am
First, I would like to give a huge *HeartP* Thank You *HeartP* to all my friends who sent get well wishes, c-notes, Valentines, and most of all prayers over the last few weeks. They touched my heart and I have no doubt aided in the speed of my recovery and well-being.

Why is it we say, "well, all I can do for you is pray for you." As if it is a last-ditch effort, not even worthy of mentioning? As if it is some lame line spoken when we don't know what else to say. For those of you who say you will pray for someone and then DO pray for someone, don't we know that is the single most powerful thing one can do for someone else?? To come before our Heavenly Father, Creator of ALL mankind, and to uplift the name of the person and ask our Father on their behalf for their need...Do not ever underestimate the power and importance of Prayer! The Bible, God's own word says if two of you on Earth agree as touching anything they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father, which is in heaven." That can be found in Mathew 18:19.

So each and every prayer you prayed, on my behalf was done. As I am home and well again. Our Father heard your prayers. And I believe he will continue to heal me until I am as he created me to be.

An EKG and Stress test revealed my heart is enlarged and there is a small "spot" on the lower left side. However, the Doctor said if he used the usual method for clearing it, the procedure would permanently damage my kidneys. Therefore, he thinks the best thing to do is to monitor it and make sure it doesn't get larger. My kidneys suffered an injury. They didn't shut down but we're close to it. As of now, they are working within what they call normal. But it wouldn't take much for them to be hurt again.

My current focus is on cutting as much sodium from my diet as possible and eating/drinking things that are gentle on my kidneys. I was not put on any new medications, for which I am thankful. I will, however, start looking for things that are good and healthy for both heart and kidneys and do my best to pamper and protect them. Ideas and suggestions are more than welcome *Smile*

I was actually released from the hospital Sunday. However, by the time the hospital arranged transportation for me, the winter storm hit. I was stuck at the hospital Sunday-Tuesday due to the storm and the transport companies were shut down due to the ice. At one point I was told an ambulance was on its way to take me home. I got up, signed all the discharge paperwork, they removed the IV from my arm and nine hours later, was told the ambulance had been involved in a fender bender and was not coming. 9:45 PM Tuesday evening someone finally came to transport me home.

I was home only a few hours when the fire alarm went off. The water pipes in the motel busted and water somehow got into the fire alarm system. Not only did we not have any water...we learned they could not, by law, completely disable the fire alarm! It rang loud and clear from Tuesday night until just a few hours ago. Pretty sure the office was flooded with complaints and unhappy people. Water is still not on yet, but at least it is quiet.

And ALL of this I could just smile and be filled with peace because I knew of even larger miracles God had worked earlier in the week! Oh yes, things could have been so much worse.

Right before I went into the hospital we were having trouble as I mentioned previously. We were really struggling to keep the motel room. I had been making numerous phone calls looking for help and everywhere I called said pretty much the same thing. No one had resources, everyone was over full, and not able to help anyone else. Wednesday came and it was clear we could not pay our rent. Fred had everything packed up, we gave what little we had to someone who needed it and Fred scored a wayward grocery cart to put out stuff in. We were at the point now we were planning simple survival. He was trying to get as many blankets as possible, Filling plastic bottles with water. We discussed best places to go...safest places to hole up and our eye was on the dumpster at a Sonic nearby that had closed down. The dumpster was enclosed on all sides and was able to be secured from both the inside and outside. And, it didn't stink. We decided that would be our safest and best place to hole up at night. Ahh but we had NO idea of the winter storm headed our way!

People...some of you even....were praying for us. Less than an HOUR to the time we had to vacate the motel room, Fred's Nephew called someplace and gave Fred a number of a lady to call....He called the lady. She is a worker at the Salvation Army and her mission is she helps the homeless get out of dangerous weather. Because of the deadly winter storm headed our way...she was willing and paid for us to extend our stay ONE WEEK!! By the hair of our chinny chin chin and by the grace of God we kept our motel room and did not end up sleeping at Sonic. Had we been on the street, we surely would have died. THAT is the POWER of PRAYER!!

Not only that...but Thursday I was laying in the hospital bed wondering what we needed to do and you know how your mind goes in a million directions and I had a to do list a mile long, and was frustrated cos I was there stuck in a bed...the paperwork I'd been waiting on STiLL had not come. Something told me just call the debit card and find out the balance. I knew it was a waste of time. I had not filled out the paperwork to have the problem sorted out and the paper work was somewhere in the mail. But, I called and the money...ALL the money was BACK on the card!! All $700 was back in the balance and I called the office manager at the motel immediately and got our rent squared away for the rest of the month!! So, no worries until March now :)

God has really, really looked after us this past month and has moved in mighty and powerful ways. I attribute that to my friends here...the ones who have reached out by faith and prayed a prayer.
February 4, 2021 at 8:14pm
February 4, 2021 at 8:14pm
No particular prompt today, as Feb is an "off" month from 30 Day Blogging. It has been six days since I last wrote an entry and today I'm doing it as a therapy of sorts. Yesterday and today have been a roller coaster sort of period and since I don't really have anyone to talk it all over with, I decided to "talk" it out here.

My health has decided to go wonky on me. I like my new doctor but she's a little overbearing. Yesterday she threatened to put me in the hospital. She's got me on three heart pills, fluid pills, potassium, three asthma meds, and yesterday she called and said my blood work came back showing I was significantly anemic. How is that even possible? I'm not bleeding anywhere! So, she's put me on iron pills three times a day. After I made such a fuss at her overzealousness about giving me pills...I wake up this morning with a nose bleed. How on earth does one get a nose bleed from sleeping?? As if my health isn't exasperating me enough, there is more at work.

So, Feb 3rd I went into the Motel office to pay up for the month of Feb. The lady swipes my card and it is declined. Ok, it's an old card, I've had it now for almost 4 years, so I agree for her to swipe it again. It declines again. This time she puts in a random amount and swipes again...and again and by this time I'm telling her to stop and I'll call to see what is going on.

I call the card. The first person I talked to, after being on hold for over an hour said the transaction DID in fact go through. I was told to have the motel call their corporate office. THEY said NO, they did not get the payment AND if payment is not made by the end of THAT day, we would have to leave. This was after I'd already given them $139 in cash! So, back on the phone to the card company. This time when I talked to someone, they said NO. The money was still on my card but it was flagged for possible fraud and the money was being held. I would have to file a claim dispute. Ok..Fine...I said let's do that. Um..no...the absolute ONLY way to do this is for them to MAIL the dispute papers to me via snail mail and it will take 2-5 business days! I tried explaining to them I'd be homeless by then, but they said there was nothing else they could do.

I went back to the motel office and explained all this. And because the card was declined on the first swipe, they are maintaining I never had the money to begin with...and if I don't pay up by 1pm Sat...we will be forced to leave. So, I've got dispute papers coming to a place I may or may not still be at. And the only way to get my money is to fill out those papers and send them back! I've spent the last two days calling anyone and everyone I can think of..but NO ONE can help. They always refer me somewhere else.

I have until tomorrow to Fix all this...or I really have no idea what we will do. Now, I've been arguing with myself the last few days. On one hand, I want to panic and get worried but on the other hand, I keep telling myself everything will be OK. I mean, I know God is with me and I know what the Bible says but boy those wolves are sure snapping close to my heels this time!

Anyway, thank you for lending me your ears and letting me spill all this out. I KNOW better times are on the horizon. :)
January 29, 2021 at 3:20pm
January 29, 2021 at 3:20pm
Write about something funny! Share a joke, recount a humorous story, or tell your readers about a funny experience you had.

My phone started blowing up about six this morning. My sister's kids were upset and apparently Ant Teeny was the one to run to.

First, ya need to know Kimmy is 5 and is going through a phase of being scared of the dark. Each night she demands her Daddy check her room for monsters and only once he has checked every nook and cranny will she settle down and sleep.

Cara turned three back in October. She is a quiet little girl who tends to stay to herself, but shadows her siblings and does just about anything they tell her to do.

Tony is 9. He is the oldest and he is at an age where he thinks he knows how to handle some things better than his parents.

Hence, this morning's drama.

Tony, after deciding mom and dad are letting Kim be scared and not doing anything to make his sister not be a "scardy cat" as he says, devised a plan to shock his sister to reality. About 3 this morning, my sister and her whole household were awakened when Kimmy screamed bloody murder and completely freaked out. She absolutely insisted monsters were in her room.

Exasperated but resigned, my brother got out of the bed and carried his crying daughter back to HER bed. He started the whole, your safe and nothing in your room speech...and after putting her in her bed he opened the closet and rifled through it to show her...no monsters. When he kneeled by the bed and flipped the covers to look under the bed, he jumped about three feet in the air when two eyes peeped out from under the darkness!! He reached under and pulled three-year-old Cara out from under her sister's bed.

Her older brother had manipulated her into hiding under her sister's bed and pushing a button on a recorder which he'd recorded scary sounds on.
He told Cara they were "helping" their sister.

Well. I got to talk to a furious father who wanted to throttle his oldest son, talk to an outraged three-year-old who not only learned she can't always listen to her older brother cos he can get her into trouble, she also got a light spanking for her part cos she broke the rules. And I got to hear from Kimmy who was just sad and confused and wants revenge on her brother.

It took me the better part of the morning to get everyone's feathers unruffled, everyone soothed and my sister and I cracked up over the whole big drama of it. IF we know our girls the way we do..and we know them....we are fully expecting the two girls to plot some sort of revenge against their brother. My brother THINKS everything is over with...My sister will keep an eye on the girls..but Kimmy has a 5-year-old TWIN brother who will do just about anything his sister tells him to do. My sister and I have a bet going that they will try to get Zack to do their dirty work....

Don't you just love kids???? NO ONE tells you when you become an AUNTIE you not only have to support and encourage the kids..but you also have to do the same for the parents! lol I find the whole thing hilarious and talking to each of the kids...getting their point of view and perspective on the whole situation was priceless. Who knows what will happen next?

January 28, 2021 at 10:11am
January 28, 2021 at 10:11am
We need your help filling the Challenge War Chest! In your entry today, write three of your own prompts and then use one of them to complete the rest of your entry.

I will have to give this some thought.

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January 28, 2021 at 10:09am
January 28, 2021 at 10:09am
What bit of trivia do you know that is very interesting but also very useless?

I read somewhere that every time you learn something new you get a new wrinkle in your brain. It is the only place I'd ever actually wish for wrinkles!
January 26, 2021 at 11:53am
January 26, 2021 at 11:53am
Do you practice mindfulness or meditation? How often? On an average day, how often are you intentionally aware of your mental state and emotions?

This is one of those sticky topics I feel I need to be very careful on how I answer. It really depends on what you mean by meditation. Do I sit and chant or do any kind of what would be considered mainstream meditation? Do I burn incense and make strange humming sounds? No to all that. I do not mentally reach out to my inner self or my spiritual guide or whatever/whomever you wish to call it. I do not ground myself in the ways that are taught.

My way of meditating is to choose a Bible verse or two and reflect on it. What is its meaning? Where did it come from? How does it relate to me today in my life? How can I put it to practice? To me, meditation is just the practice of clearing my mind and focusing on something of greater importance. Sometimes, it leads to prayer. Sometimes prayer leads me into meditation. They seem to go hand in hand. I tend to get a lot of answers to life's questions and problems when I make the time to meditate and pray.

I really should use 2021 to do more meditation than I typically do. It's something I tend to easily put on the back burner or let other things push it aside. In this day and age, a peaceful mind is an asset unlike any other. Perhaps I should meditate on meditating more...and thinking of ways to incorporate it more into my daily life and not just something to be done sporadically when all else fails or I'm pushed to my limits.
January 25, 2021 at 5:59am
January 25, 2021 at 5:59am
Write about something antique or inherited that you own. Who owned it before you? Where did it come from? What’s its story?

Why am I answering the prompt at 4:46 Texas Time?? Well, funny, but not so funny thing happened. We were sound asleep when our hotel smoke detector started chirping, then beeping. No smoke. No fire. We checked inside and outside. No matter how many times we pushed the little reset button, it kept beeping. We took OUT the battery but it has wires...and taking the battery out did NOT stop it from beeping. This started at just a little after 2 am. The office is closed and no 24 hr maintenance on site. After a good 30 minutes I tried the non-emergency fire department numbers and of course, being after hours I didn't get anyone. Finally, desperate, I called 9-1-1 and they must have been bored or something because they sent not one but TWO huge fire trucks to come to check things out. DO NOT tell my husband, but somehow, having 5 firefighters changing a battery in my smoke detecter at 3 AM wasn't exactly all that bad...Yeah, ok...just saying *Whistle* Anyway, they did their thing and as they walked out the door..the smoke detector started beeping again! All they advised was to call maintenance when they open. SO, until 11 AM (when the office opens) we have an unhappy, loud smoke detector that beeps for a few seconds, gets quiet, and just when you start to sort of relax, there it goes again! We gave up on sleep and brewed coffee. I decided now was a good time to check out the daily prompt.

I've never been one to place much significance on material possessions. Experience has taught me they get lost so easily, and it's not the actual item that is important, but the memory or feeling they invoke. When I was younger, I thought it was the item itself that was important. Then, shortly after my Mom died, I lost most everything and I was devastated. I'd lost so much of what had been HERS.

All that said, oddly enough, no matter what I've been through or how many times I've moved, there is ONE particular item that never seems to get lost. Never seems to get left behind. It was Christmas 2002 and Mom gave me a pretty pink and white flannel pajama set. Nothing fancy, but super comfy and I wore them only a few times. She passed away one month later, January 19th 2003. Those pajamas were the very last thing she ever gave me. Somehow, they are STILL with me. They are faded, stained, threadbare, and rather ragged. I stopped actually wearing them when I got married. However, when I got sick and had to spend a few months in a nursing home, I started wearing them again. Then, when I was in and out of the hospital over the next few years, whenever I returned home and was recovering, I wore them.

I know one day, there will simply give out and I'll have to decide what to do with them next. But for now, they sit in my dresser drawer waiting for me to need them again.
January 24, 2021 at 11:48am
January 24, 2021 at 11:48am
Write about your most memorable or unique teacher from the years you were in school. What made them so interesting and what do you remember about them the most?

Mr. Flemming comes to mind. My high school English Lit and creative writing teacher. He gave us such weird assignments, or so, we teenagers all thought. Several memorable assignments that come to mind are:

1. Interview the family vehicle

2. Write a story with a cracker as the main character. Any kind of cracker was allowed.

3. Write a story about a stinky smell

4. We had to take a scene from Shakesphere and re-write it THEN, act it out in class.

He always had something interesting and he made old boring (in the mind of a bunch of teenagers) come to life and be interesting. Everyone wanted in his classes. He was fun and even today, I remember much of what he taught, so he obviously was an effective teacher as well. We really need more like him!

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