September 19, 08
12:43

Been going through a kinda suitcase looking
at momento's from College Days.

Am I the only one who has saved this kind of thing?

Lots of wounds in here.

Tosses out a few of them.

Very interesting to see things in 3D that are burned into the
inner landscape of cells. What are they doing in there still,
these painful memories?

Lots of need to dump repeatedly in the bathroom
throughout this whole process. Even feel fuish.

EXHIBIT A:

Two forms from Student Teaching Days.
I never got the Credential from San Fernando Valley State College.
I was tossed out of the program, a few weeks before the end
of getting the Credential to Teach in California.
One Eval was from the fiirst semester, Mr Weiner,
and another from Sam Feldman.

They bascially both abandoned me in the classroom.
I guess they did get what being a Supervisor was all about.
I hope they didn't get paychecks for what they were suppose
to be doing.

Sam never came until the very, very end.
Mr. Weier, where was he.

Here are some feedbacks from the kids.
I did not do a very good job of explaining.
how to do things.

Weiner docked me for oversensitivity, but through I would be a good teacher
once I had more experience.

I never made it through the second semester.
Shelly Krantz wasn't much better.
Polytechnic High. She also left me alone in the classroom.


I was tossed out when the Supervisor came,
again at the end. What was the name of the witch who finally showed up
from the School. I am sure lots of students liked here.
TTT program it was called.

They never tell you when they are going to drop in.

I know I was intended to do something else with my life.

I would never had bet Dr. Bernard Jensen if I had successed
in that realm then, or as mainstream journalist.


EXHIBIT B:

Transcriiptions. O.K. I will save one of the copies.
You needs all these. Who needs every one?
Can you believe I have a thought someone is going to ask
to see my transcriiption? I am near 61.

HEART RENDING:

Love Letters from Dania Bilene Miller.
She lived on Weddington St in North Hollywood.

I had to reread these.

These are from 1967.

Some Melodramatic.
One Goodbye in two instalments.

Read this first.
Read this second.

What if I read #2 first?

She must be in her mid fifties now.
I graduated in 65 from Fairfax High School.
She from North Hollywood High, I believe in 66.

Christina Barker: Oh she was the one who graduated in 69
from Tustin High School.

What is the healing of this hole that wants to see them both?

I may have been suited to a little village where you keep in touch.

"Love you forever" Dania would sign off.

I am able to toss out a lot of things,
but I will likely save the letters.

I am taking photos of a lot of things.

I cannot help but become the archeologist when I go through things like this.

Yesterday, I was into another metal box.

That one was even older.

How do you throw out little cards from
Camp Max Straus? I went there in the 50's.
Here are a couple little cards for contests where awards
were won. Here is one for second place in the string burning contest.
Gee, these momento's practially belong to my Inner child.

Here is one long 16 page typewritten letter to Christina.
I don't believe I likely sent that one.

Says some things about Dania I find disturbing.
Never remembered that.

My life would have been different today
if things had gone different with them.
Children. No need to explain that one.

I want to find the love letters from Christina Barker.

Oh well, make to the Olive Tree.

Dear God, help me find things I can throw out more easily.

1:04 PM


I had to sit down for this.


 

Popularity:   message viewed 1321 times
URL:   http://www.curezone.org/blogs/fm.asp?i=1261119

<< Return to the standard message view

Page generated on: 11/23/2024 12:19:43 AM in Dallas, Texas
www.curezone.org