My summary of chapter 18....

School sure is being a bitch at the moment, but I do not seem to mind too much. A couple of minutes ago dad came into my room and saw me drawing and said "So, that's what they call studying these days?!" Upon coming closer he said: "What the heck is that?!" Well, my human physiology impaired friends, these are the locations of the different partial pressures of oxygen and carbon dioxide throughout the circulation...or my summary of chapter 18, if you will.

To seize any moment, I used dad's perplexity to ask him if he would bring me some tea. He did, a puzzled look still on his face :)

Ok, with the next post we will return to our weekly "Guess the person- trivia!" What are the odds of it being study-related? You do the math!

It's a New Era...(for like the third time!)

I have returned to blogging, partly because facebook allows little for fully-formed sentences and most importantly: orion is safely located 2/3 rd of its length from the sun...perfect for new beginnings. Oh, it DOES matter!

What have I for you today?
Two things....my newly-aquired ability to scan old photos and my first stance of individuality!
I'd say that is rather good for a Wednesday morning...




Please be so kind as to control your eye-muscles to the picture on the left. You will see young Monika and her brother in kindergarden. I remember this picture-taking vividly, even the name of the teacher to my left...Frau Ulrich!

Every one of us children was going to run down the slide and a picture was taken. I distinctly remember thinking that I didn't want my picture to look like all the other pictures and most certainly nothing like the picture my brother would take. You see, back in those days....having your picture taken was a big deal.

There I was; I decided to cling my arms behind the steal bars to give it that little extra and slide gracefully down...or so I thought...geometry and physics not being taught in kindergarden, my arms got caught behind the steel bars and once I finally got down-with the help of Frau Ulrich- it hurt!

Moral of the story: being different takes a lot...mostly it can hurt and most often you make a fool of yourself. A little sailor suit certainly does not improve the matter! However, if you have very good luck, you might be able to use it later in life as a cute anecdote about yourself that will make some people smile and some might even nod knowingly.

This goes out to all of you who remember wanting to be different. And if you still posess that daring quality... leave some fully-formed sentences is my dare-devil comment section!

Welcome back, you all!