Listening to every heart
ROFL... You folks are TOO much. The pic on the far left is, of course, 1969, and one year after the Brown Derby story...
The second photo was done for a friend who wanted to practice his photography, circa 1979.
The third one was 1980 when I applied to take a position as a recruiter for a business college. And the high schools changed the rules about how their students were going to learn about various colleges.
In fact, that's a story.....
It was back in the sixth grade [and stop me if I've told this before] when the speech teacher basically told me that I should never ever again raise my hand to join in a debate. Why?
Because I had a stutter when nervous, and talking in front of people ALWAYS made me nervous. But not only did he bring attention to it, he did it in front of the class.
Oh, I had prepared for the debate...I had worked very hard. But my stutter got in the way and apparently he had no time for that. Well, I guess not, classes being only 50 minutes or so.
Humiliated is not a strong enough word for how I felt that day. And I'm a great one for silent, solemn vows. This vow was your classic, "I'll show him someday!!!"
But it never happened as I progressed through high school, or into my first year of college. Life got in the way, and I remained a fairly shy, nervous young person and always hoped that the teacher would never call on me to stand up and speak out...just let me hand in my paper, please, and if you need to talk to me, let's do it one on one.
Well, it was after I remarried the second time and we ended up in Battle Creek, Michigan, I took a job with a business college so I could recruit kids to "do more" with their lives. I didn't think I would get the job, because my first husband set me back on continuing my own education - and kids came, so a lot of you can figure out that kids, and work, were primary, and taking care of my "selfish needs" of going to school was "out of the picture"...for the moment.
But wow...talk one on one with kids and get them go to school? I could do that. I could use my own background [see, if you don't finish with a good education, you have a job like this... ]
As I said, though, the schools changed the criteria. No more sitting behind a table with brochures and speaking to students only if they came to your table. Nope. Recruiters were now expected to give a talk to classes [read, in front of students] on WHY they should attend this business college...
This was NOT going to be easy for moi. But my spouse said, "you can do it" so I took that same basic criteria I was going to use, one on one...and turned it into an interactive speech. Giving kids a chance to ask questions, and being prepared for them, after relaying my "life story" at the age of 29. [Not much of a life, but my potholes were to be avoided...]
I traveled around the southwest portion of Michigan for a full school year, having had visited several classes 2-3 times a week and was mentally saying to that former 6th grade teacher..."I don't stutter anymore..." with a few "nyah nyahs" thrown in when feeling particularly spunky.
And then one school informed me that I would only give one talk to their schoolkids and I thought, "hmmm, they must have polled the kids to see who wanted to attend a business college..." so I figured it would still be a regular sized class.
I was speaking to ALL of the junior AND senior high school students in their auditorium.
And I didn't know it until I got there.
I turned into one huge shaky, stuttering nerve. Mentally, I said to Him..."that's for the nyah nyah's, isn't it?"
Well, I managed through it...hecklers and all. You see, this was a mandatory meeting, and there were several students who would have rather been in another place. The hecklers were taken care of though...I don't remember what I said, but I think the "mother voice" came into play, and I got through the 90 minutes of introduction to my life, and the Q&A period.
I do have, somewhere in my own archives, a letter from that school for the excellent job I did, along with a few letters from the students that eventually went on and did better things with their lives.
Shortly after that I was offered a position to work as an assistant for a President of a food manufacturing restaurant business in Marshall, Michigan. I was glad for the experience of the recruiting job...but I was also glad I would never have to speak in front of large groups again.
LOL...but that's another story, and would reflect more on the last picture, taken last year.
Now, as for the Raquel, let alone Stephanie remarks, all I can say, my poet friends, is that my smile is THIS wide this morning...and for those kind comments, I thank you. You see? Mentally...I'm still that ugly duckling, but now I don't mind poking fun at myself. Especially if I get the first poke.
You are all too precious. No wonder I love this home.