A dentist once told me that I have dense bones. I think he or she gleaned this fact from looking at my X Rays. Of course I did all the usual kid things such as running and hiking and climbing and playing tackle football. I was also into gymnastics, which I was into as far back as the second half of the second grade. I also learned to type in second grade. I was in a special school for two and a half years and leaped out way ahead in areas like math and astronomy. Of course I learned to play the piano the first summer after we moved out of LA when I was seven and developed good digital strength, which has nothing to do with my computer skills. However I only scored a little above average in one of these "auto shop" tests that CETA did where you screw on bolts on nuts of varying sizes, - - - on a day where I pretty much screwed up the rest of the test. I was flawless in sorting huge numbers in the right order but screwed up in the alphabetical part of the thing because back in those days I wasn't fermiliar with the "computer way of sorting" and used a different system I thought was the correct one. Part of this test was reflexes- like air traffic controler school- - and I flubbed up badly on that- - and the "secretarial skills' following directions test - - I also screwed up badly. This test was done at CETA in March of 1979. Jumping back in time- - we moved around Halloween when I was six and a half. Of course we moved to an area where it was a whole lot windier and greater extremes of heat and cold that took getting used to. Going barefoot on the weekends was now out of the question. I took an IQ test at the new school I didn't know the results of for a while. I was at this school that fall till the Christmas break and two days after that, and then I began going to the new school. Strangely we began going to church that Sunday January 5th 1958 we went to for just over three years till early 1961 but them my parents had some dispute with the pastor they kept to themselves having something to do with a personal counseling session they were at. The pastor was Irish and was roomered by the kids in Sunday school to "be one who hates kids". I never met him personally the entire time I was there. Actually I liked this church because it was in a more expensive neighborhood than we lived in and the terrain was something other than flat. What stuck me was how "flat" everything was and how abnormally straight and regular the streets were. We used to play in the street like football and kick ball and baseball and "500" and usually this guy who lived two doors down named Brian, who was also Irish- - was the "rule maker" except when we played with the big kids, then one of them made the rules. There was also an Irish guy accross the street who all the kids in the neighbor hated, including me. His last name shows up in the script of "Lost Weekend' for those inclined to search that, and it doesn't even have to be St Patrick's Day. (even Jews tell anti semetic jokes among themselves. At least I'm not groundskeeper Willy, who is part of a Scottish sect that doesn't recognize Easter) In this new school I started at the beginning of 1958 I went to school by bus and the bus driver was Miss Miller, and she was a super cucumber- - unflappable. Fist fights would break out among the older Juvenile kids on the bus and she seldom even turned around. I picked up a lot of swear words from that croud. There was one early report card that used to be in my baby book (when I had that) where the teacher said I was doing third grade math. At any rate at one point I got to be two years ahead in math for my grade, but then in fifth grade when I went back to my old school - - - I got stupid again. OK I was bored. An amazing number of students I hadn't seen in years still remembered me, and there were roomers I had been attending Catholic school, which wasn't the case. This is the "Hamburg fall" for you Beatles Fans out there. And we all know that John Lennon's guitar playing was the consistent glue that held the band together when someone ELSE screwed up. He used to be called "Johnny Rhythm".
Saturday, March 23, 2013
My Old School
A dentist once told me that I have dense bones. I think he or she gleaned this fact from looking at my X Rays. Of course I did all the usual kid things such as running and hiking and climbing and playing tackle football. I was also into gymnastics, which I was into as far back as the second half of the second grade. I also learned to type in second grade. I was in a special school for two and a half years and leaped out way ahead in areas like math and astronomy. Of course I learned to play the piano the first summer after we moved out of LA when I was seven and developed good digital strength, which has nothing to do with my computer skills. However I only scored a little above average in one of these "auto shop" tests that CETA did where you screw on bolts on nuts of varying sizes, - - - on a day where I pretty much screwed up the rest of the test. I was flawless in sorting huge numbers in the right order but screwed up in the alphabetical part of the thing because back in those days I wasn't fermiliar with the "computer way of sorting" and used a different system I thought was the correct one. Part of this test was reflexes- like air traffic controler school- - and I flubbed up badly on that- - and the "secretarial skills' following directions test - - I also screwed up badly. This test was done at CETA in March of 1979. Jumping back in time- - we moved around Halloween when I was six and a half. Of course we moved to an area where it was a whole lot windier and greater extremes of heat and cold that took getting used to. Going barefoot on the weekends was now out of the question. I took an IQ test at the new school I didn't know the results of for a while. I was at this school that fall till the Christmas break and two days after that, and then I began going to the new school. Strangely we began going to church that Sunday January 5th 1958 we went to for just over three years till early 1961 but them my parents had some dispute with the pastor they kept to themselves having something to do with a personal counseling session they were at. The pastor was Irish and was roomered by the kids in Sunday school to "be one who hates kids". I never met him personally the entire time I was there. Actually I liked this church because it was in a more expensive neighborhood than we lived in and the terrain was something other than flat. What stuck me was how "flat" everything was and how abnormally straight and regular the streets were. We used to play in the street like football and kick ball and baseball and "500" and usually this guy who lived two doors down named Brian, who was also Irish- - was the "rule maker" except when we played with the big kids, then one of them made the rules. There was also an Irish guy accross the street who all the kids in the neighbor hated, including me. His last name shows up in the script of "Lost Weekend' for those inclined to search that, and it doesn't even have to be St Patrick's Day. (even Jews tell anti semetic jokes among themselves. At least I'm not groundskeeper Willy, who is part of a Scottish sect that doesn't recognize Easter) In this new school I started at the beginning of 1958 I went to school by bus and the bus driver was Miss Miller, and she was a super cucumber- - unflappable. Fist fights would break out among the older Juvenile kids on the bus and she seldom even turned around. I picked up a lot of swear words from that croud. There was one early report card that used to be in my baby book (when I had that) where the teacher said I was doing third grade math. At any rate at one point I got to be two years ahead in math for my grade, but then in fifth grade when I went back to my old school - - - I got stupid again. OK I was bored. An amazing number of students I hadn't seen in years still remembered me, and there were roomers I had been attending Catholic school, which wasn't the case. This is the "Hamburg fall" for you Beatles Fans out there. And we all know that John Lennon's guitar playing was the consistent glue that held the band together when someone ELSE screwed up. He used to be called "Johnny Rhythm".
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