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My mother was my teacher in grade four. It had nothing to do with grade school politics. I just grew up in a town where the sons and daughters of public school teachers automatically qualified for grade this-and-that section 1. And besides, my mother had been handling the class even before I was born.
Mother sometimes referred to the class as “grade four section fast-learner,” although a mispronounced ‘f’ could spell horror to a child with a keen sense of what it meant to be left behind in a supposedly future-oriented curriculum.
NOT ALL tongues are created equal. They come in various shapes and sizes. A tongue can be long or short, plump or skinny, pointed or dull. It can be spongy for just the right slurp, or unbending for whatever purpose its stiffness serves.My tongue looks perfectly normal. It doesn’t grow hair or split at the tip. It is uncomplaining in its obedience to my oral impulses that sometimes go beyond matters of taste. But I believe it is missing that particular something that allows for perfect speech.