Loading ...I think I saw Miz Wilma today when I took my mother to the doctor to get her eye-patch removed. (She had cataract surgery). Some of you may remember Miz Wilma from the blog-post I wrote about her, though judging from the number of comments on that post, only Bas read it. (Battery acid, Bas? Yikes).
She looks much older. Of course, so do I. It’s been 30 years since I was in her class. Her hair isn’t as big, and her glasses are much bigger, but she still has that pointed, bird-like face and a very prim, proper way of sitting. I really wanted to speak to her, but I would have had to tell her that, no, I never did get God, and I am much further down the path to Hell than I was in the 10th grade.
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Weird seeing your old teachers isn’t it? My mom’s a teacher and says she vaguely recognizes lots of people she sees, but can’t place their names. It would be strange to have a vague sense of knowing lots of people, but not remember exactly who they are. But one thing is clear: Regardless of who they are, they all need jeebus.