If you want to understand how crazed the nuns made us when teaching English in grade school, here’s a prime example. I edit my emails. I write them. I read them at least twice. I then edit them, move sentences around, etc.
So there you go. I am an email editor. And it’s all the fault of Sister Beatrice. Ah, the long reach of first grade teachers.
And did I mention she pulled a piece of candy out of her voluminous habit and gave it to the first child to figure out a reading word. I won a lot of candy. I still want to have some when I read.
Once again, thanks Sister Beatrice. I think I can also blame my diabetes on you.