tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462211970946499736.post7716555543780844781..comments2022-11-17T10:40:16.220-04:00Comments on The National Affairs Desk: Dog Days and Grade School (The Heisenberg/Hunter Uncertainty Principle)Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08899045484063901487noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462211970946499736.post-14265411614115119842009-08-26T01:58:45.420-03:002009-08-26T01:58:45.420-03:00My memories of grade school are fuzzy, a lot of it...My memories of grade school are fuzzy, a lot of it filled with blush and embarrassment. I was the shy kid, but I had a lot of friends. I wasn't unpopular, just kinda quiet. I played hockey every waking, school and diner free second.<br /><br />I had two really good buddies, Ray and Stan. I was either home, with one or both of them, or I was at one of their houses. We would play hockey, or baseball and basketball in the summer, until we could no longer see the ball in the dark.<br /><br />I wasn't a horrible student, I behaved in class. I would listen if the teacher was particularly interesting that day, if not I would tune them out and doodle, write band names all over my scribbler, or longing pine for a Janice or a Martha.<br /><br />Middle school, what a mad, mad time. Poor kids, it's when everything hits you all at once, SPLAT! Hello world.Josephhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08899045484063901487noreply@blogger.com