Just when I thought
I was a hot shot, I fell through the cracks—intp a chasm, actually. Here’s my entry
in my once-upon-a-time Hilo Days
website.
100 + 11 =
Eleventy-One
Eleventy-one. Sounds stupid, but that actually was an
answer I gave in class.
I remember Miss Yanagihara gathering a bunch of us
first-graders around the blackboard and asking us what certain numbers were.
When 111 came up, I shot my hand up like a flash and could hardly wait until
she called on me.
"Eleventy-one!" I blurted out proudly, and
puffed my cheek out as several first-grade heads nodded in agreement.
I basked in the glow of peer adoration until I was
brought crashing back to earth by Miss Yanagihara's chuckle, and the
devastating words, "Wrong! Anybody else know the right answer?"
These things tend to stick with you for a long time.
Maybe that's why I hardly volunteered answers in any classes I was in during my
career as a student.
2 comments:
So cute, Craig! I understand the reluctance thereafter! Would have been me also as I was quite shy.
Sometimes being too smart too quick stops being a blessing!
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