In fifth grade, I was plagued by forgetting everything. I always forgot my project, my homework, my lunch, or whatever else at home. The pay phone and I became good friends during that time period. Eventually, my parents stopped bringing things to me in efforts to get me more organized.
I can say to this day I'm miles better than I was before. But occasionally, I find myself to lose track of something. The misplacing of a paper, forgetting to enter in homework, etc. I guess it is tough to remember everything - no one really ever does remember everything - but it is definitely something we all (should) strive for. Being behind the teacher's desk has really opened up my mind. If I was as organized as I was in the fifth grade, I would be in serious trouble. What exactly would I do with my life?
So thanks Mom (and Dad) for drawing the line on bailing me out. My organizational skills, while still flawed, are at least manageable in a real world setting. And for every mistake I make, the more I learn - and the more grow as a human being.
D. Chaloux - Theorist, Composer, Human!
D.
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