This reminds me of a lot of unrelated junk from past. I am married because my husband flung himself at me when I was vulnerable and he had health insurance and a hot swing. Contradance is binary. And physical and biological. An engineering relationship all the way. He drives me a bit nuts in the poetry and implication sections, but, oh well. Thanks for the poem on engineers, though I'm having problems with the historical aspects of a lift in a castle at the time of Rapunzel. Must be a "suspension of disbelief" thing. Okay. I don't get why the plucking of rampions was grounds for that kind of punishment, either.
One of my best friends from high school headed off to MIT, but I have a hard time picturing the dear girl who pissed her pants before the Earth Science Regents Exam, aced it, then went on to be Valedictorian of the class I left behind me singing that song. A lot can happen between 18 and 22, given the right conditions. So it's possible. She's one of the few friends I miss.
I hope she is an engineer. Ain't history fun? Thanks.
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One of my best friends from high school headed off to MIT, but I have a hard time picturing the dear girl who pissed her pants before the Earth Science Regents Exam, aced it, then went on to be Valedictorian of the class I left behind me singing that song. A lot can happen between 18 and 22, given the right conditions. So it's possible. She's one of the few friends I miss.
I hope she is an engineer. Ain't history fun? Thanks.