I'm Not Talking Enough!
For those of you of a certain age, remember our elementary school report cards that came in those orange office-like envelopes, much of it hand-written and were given to us to take home to our parents so they could praise us for how great we were doing; or ground us because we got a big fat ‘F’ or ‘U’ (unsatisfactory) in a particular class? All apologies if I have mentioned this before, but when I was a youngster, I went to SIX elementary schools, kids, from Pennsylvania to Massachusetts to New Jersey. We moved around a lot. And believe it or not, I got the big, fat, capital ‘U’ every single report card next to a handwritten phrase, “ Peter has trouble waiting his turn to speak in class, and then never shuts the hell up, ” or something like that. Hey, is it my fault my classmates were dopes? You’re an idiot. Then and now . Now, with that in mind, consider the consequence, or seeming lack thereof, of 300 words. That’s roughly 3 or 4 of my elementary scho...