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How I Became a Wordsmith
By Mary A. Flowers
 I was on my way to meet with my Art History Professor to talk about my recent paper. I didn't know what to expect. I had not done too well on my first paper. As I sat down in his office he said, "You're a wordsmith like me, aren't you?" I had no idea what he meant by that. He went on to say, "I like your paper very much. Full Story
Culture Shock: Part 1Smart Aleck Eyes
by Amy Fulfer
"Would you look at me when I’m talking to you?" Coach’s voice was strained. I had just walked into the gym to pick up my class of 3rd graders. My little Norma stood in front of Coach, her nervous eyes darting around, pausing on the coach's sleeve, his left ear, his forehead, his neck, but never stopping on his eyes. Her gaze swept briefly over Coach's face while moving from one point to another, but she did not make eye contact and Coach was clearly exasperated. When he saw me approach, he threw up his hands. Full Story |
