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  • This is my answer also. I wish I was multi-lingual.

    I'm regularly on calls with people for whom English is not their primary language. Almost without fail they apologize for their poor English. I regularly tell those people, "please don't apologize, you do me that courtesy of communicating with me in my native tongue. I am completely unable to reciprocate that courtesy."

    I'd love to be fluent in Spanish, French, German.

  • This falls into the No Shit Sherlock category.

    My daughter's fifth grade year, she was mostly her own teacher. She's motivated and wants to do well, so it mostly, sorta, kinda worked for her.

    Any student not particularly motivated was in for ax world of difficulty.

  • People should not be afraid of their government, government should be afraid of it's people.

    --V

    People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to violence on their behalf.

    -- Orwell (attributed)

    I won't be wronged. I won't be insulted I won't be laid a-hand on. I don't do these things to other people, and I require the same from them

    -- John Wayne as John Bernard Books

  • I'm an evangelist's kid. I grew up surrounded by religion. When I got to my 30s I started reevaluating matters of faith. Now in my 60s I consider that journey complete. On "good" days I'm agnostic, on "bad" days an atheist.

    I know many awesome people of faith. I know many hideous people of faith. I know many awesome nonbelievers, I know meant hideous nonbelievers.

    Be a decent human being and very few people will care what you believe.

  • When I was growing up we had a little black mutt named Sootie. Around 8th grade I decided that Sootie should learn to play the piano, so I showed him how to get up on the keyboard. Arm of the couch to the piano bench, to the keyboard.

    This became one of my mother's favorite parlor tricks when we had company, "play the piano Sootie!" And off he would trot and go run down the keyboard.

    Sometimes when he felt he was not getting the attention he deserved he'd go and play without being told.

  • Growing up I had a "shrunken head" kit that used apples and a 100 watt light bulb. It provided hair and stuff to make shrunken heads.

    I thought it was cool, but my results never matched what was on the box.