Of the many teachers i had in highschool, miss Rose is the one i will never forget. She was the sternest instructor i ever had. She told us that we must have a solid foundation in Algebra as preparation for college, and she was going to use discipline to make sure we learned our math well.

She always dressed in pantsuits that accentuated her lean, sharp figure. Her hair was cut short in a pixie style that brought her head to a point at the top of her six-foot body, but her mannerisms were even more intimidating than her appearance.

Miss Rose was very domineering. Students had to line up outside her classroom and file in without uttering a word. She demanded that the days lesson begin immmediately and continue until the last second of the period. If, while a student explained a homework problem at the chalkboard, there was an interruption, whether it was a necessary P.A nnouncement  or an unwanted disturbance from a student, she would impatiently tap her red ballpen until her clalss could resume. When the interruption was over, she would hurry the student at the board, saying " Ok lets go " ( HALER.....? hehehehehe ) as if it were the student's fault that her class was disturbed.

Math was the only important subject according to her, but for me back then? it was the most odious, detestable, loathsome subject ever of evers hehehehehe. She frequently retained the class 5 extra minutes into the lunch period to teach one more lesson and then give us even more homework. Everything had to be done her way. She had her own format for the heading of a paper, for the way problems were wriiten on the board, and even for the formation of the desks in rows. On the floor she had her inked marks indicating where the left edge of each desk should be. If a desk was the slightest bit out of place she would reprimand the students sharply. Her room usually smellled of disinfectants. If someone wrote on a desk, he could be found in her room at the end of the day cleaning every desk. She had a special systems of zeros, zeros were for being late to class, for not doing homework, and for being unruly. An accumulation of zeros resulted in a drop in the grade for that marking period. She loved to give zeros, so much so that during her class she kept her grade book open and her red ominous ballpen ready.

Of all the marvels of technology that our wizards have conjured out their busy-box brains the most traumatizing, is the telephone.It did not start out that way. No. In its inception, people rejoiced. through the years they no doubt saw their initial exuberrance justified many times over, who can deny that's its capacity for early warning has saved untold numbers from perils of countless kinds, and all degress of severity. Disasters major and minor had been averted, and human life preserved. A street or home accident, The smell of smoke, or any other apparent danger immediately and automaticaly triggers in us the need to communicate farther that we can heard by shouting, faster thatn we can run. So week a telephone. We augment our powers and in the instances cited, we apply them to the social good. This a most happy state of affairs, but this obedient servant can turn into a diabolical master. Like death itself, from nowhere and unannounced, it charges into the very center or our brains, and destroys any precious moment of reflections that we may had been snatching in from our private selves from this harried world. It commands, it demands, worse than a toothache, or a baby's crying. It persist and insist, that we drop everything else and pay it heed, but it never offers the tiniest clue why we should.  This is wrong, wrong, wrong, and ring, ring, ring. If i barge into your solitude and indicate that im about to rub you of any of your human dignity, then iam a pernicious pest. if A.G Bell ( Alexander Graham Bell ) in his hot pursuit to make " Big Mouths  " of us had been constantly interrupted by a phone calls, his invention would have been stillborn, ehhehehe. So weep over all those painting, poetry reading, or any other family bonding that we had been cheated of , just because a telephone rang. Remove it, tell all your friends to write you letters, and you will save lots of money. In fact you will save so much money, that you can easily afford frequent mini vacations at a remote mountain lodge, where there are no phones, and friends letters will carry more meaning. Remember there are no known physical, spiritual,  and moral law in this glorious universe that enjoins you in answering a ringing phone......Dont....heheheheh .............=)