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Monday, August 24, 2015

NaBloPoMo prompt: Tell us one thing you remember learning in school as a kid

Or, in my case, NOT learning it in school.

In that pre-digital world, the only way to tell time was by reading the hands on a clock.   So the lessons in how to tell time were very, very important.  I think I must have been in first grade when the skill was taught.  We spent a good deal of time meticulously tracing a circle, placing numbers on the clock face, then drawing in the hands to show the hours and minutes. 

Problem was, I already knew how to tell time, and the endless repetition of the lessons became very boring.  I rushed through the exercise, hastily drawing my circles freehand (and I'm no artist), quickly numbering the clock face, drawing in the hands...each drawing accurately depicted the correct time -- 12:00, 3:15, 5:20, whatever -- but the work was very, very sloppy.

So sloppy, in fact, that the teacher thought I had some sort of visual impairment, that I wasn't able to see what I was doing.  She told my mother to have my eyesight checked!

My mother, of course, figured out what was really going on.

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