"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new."
-- Albert Einstein

entire time.  I also remember how it felt to have “F” exams passed back to me

while seeing that everyone around me seemed to be getting “A’s” and “B’s.” 

How could these students understand all the ancient hieroglyphics and cave

drawings the teacher was scribbling all over the board?  I was completely lost

the whole time and it wasn’t a good feeling.  I dreaded going to that class.

          I remember the teacher too… Oh… I remember him.  Mr. Ubbernerd (not

his real name.)  Unfortunately, our class was right after lunch and Mr.

 Ubbernerd wasn’t exactly up on the latest in oral hygiene – like the tooth

brush.  The man always managed to have at least half a pound of white

Weber’s bread jammed in his front teeth.  That wasn’t the worst of it.  There

was this little blob of spit…  As he talked, it would string from the middle of his

upper lip to his lower…  up… down… up… down… up… down.  It was totally

mesmerizing.  How could         I concentrate on Algebra with this going on? 

Up… down… up… down…  Perhaps this is why I was failing the class – spit

blob obsession.  In the middle of the year, they transferred me into another

class.

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