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evie dee
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Dear bullies in church,
How f--king dare you make fun of me. You stood there, taunting me, ridiculingme, making fun of my hair, and various other features. I wa so scared and shaken that I had to hide in the girls bathroom, wishing it to stop. Thank GOD for the teachers who caught on and really let you have it. And at the end, thank GOD for the religious ed, director, who was pissed at your antics! If I were in her shoes, I would be pissed as hell, too! You had no right to do that to me, or to anyone. Did it make you feel big to make me feel small? Maybe it did. I really hope that you got you're commuppance. Did you know that I couldn't show my face in that church again? I really lost touch with my sprituality because of you two.
You're just damn lucky that I didn't fill that void with drugs or alcohol.
And I do have an LD, so I guess you were making fun of that, too!
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Dear mom and dad,
It's beacuse of you that I have low elf-esteem. It's because of you that I hurt so bad on the inside that I used to cut myself, and sometimes, go back to it. I suffer from depression. How dare you make y life a living hell. Let's not forget the emotional, verbal, physical, and mental abue while I'm at it.
I can't forget the time that I was beaten so bad by dad for dropping my $2.99 sunglasses breaking the temple. What did you do to stop it mom? Nothing! I was crying and screaming, wishing it to stop, and you just stood there, wtching it happen! Shame on you! And let's not forget the time that I was shoved out of my chair for a paper because I didn't bring hoem the notes over Christmas break, and I said that my English class was going to work on our papers-together as a class-but you and dad didn't listen. And I had to sit with you guys while I ate. And you thought that I was acting! SHAME ON YOU! I was really hurt!You're lucky that we have carpeting, otherewise I ouwld have broken my arm! And let's also not forget the time that I was slapped so hard over ice cream because dad thought I ate too much, and he kept thinking I did. I only said yes in order to get the repeated slapping to soip. What did you do mom? Nothing, as usual! Let's not forget the name calling, and the times that I was yelled at to the point of tears, and then yelled at some more, to the point where I felt like suicide was the only way out! Let's not foget the time that I was shaken so hard by dad that I almost broke my neck over how much I spent on groceries. It was the money that I made, not yours, dad, so what difference did it make? And let's not forget the time that I was yanked out of the bathroombecause I wouldn't call the lady about my degree, and you thought that she cared about me? Well, the lady that was in charge of my degree didn't give two shits about me-it was politics she cared about! But, as usual, I was in tars, and then you threaten to kick me out of the house! And you so hellbent on your word, that you yanked out of the bathroom by arm, and left a huge welt and bruise on my tricep! And let's not forget the tiem that dad yelled at me so bad over registration that I was curled up in a ball on my bedroom floor, crying and shaking so badly that he still continued to yell at me. I was crying and shaking so badly, what did you do mom? Not only did you stand by and refuse to stop it, you held up your shoe in the air, like you were ging to beat me. And various other incidents of the physical abuse that I've long forgetten but can't mention!
I couldn't even do school projects my way in order to help boost my self esteem and my ego.
And dad, I can't forget the name calling. Calling me names such as stupid, bitch, idiot, pig, fat, and let's not forget the only job you're waulified for is working the drive thruogh is no way to treat a person! And let's not forget yanking me out of bet at 11:00 on a school night because I didn't do well on my math homework, even though I tried my harderst without your help, and making me fix it until I got it right was wrong! I really hate you the most dad! You never once believed in me.
I really wanted to go away to college to get away from this whole mess of my life, and straighten things out, and maybe think for myself, but I couldn't even do that. You made me go to community college because you both were convinced it was better for my ADD. I would have done just fine without going to community college. I felt that you were controlling me with guilt and manipulation. Just beacue mom has MS does not mean that I should have to be her slave, her chauffer, and various other things. Dad, all you ever do is sit on your ass, ay trade, watch CNBC and golf and soccer, and never once help out! I have to do everything, as usual.
If I get a job, mom has to schedule her appointmetns around my schedule. When I come home, all I want to do is relax, maybe wtch tV, go to the movies, but if I do, both of you make me feel like it's fucking wrong. I can't even go shopping by me=yself without you needing to kow my every little move! I'm sick of it! I'm an adult, in case you haven't noticed, and I have a life of my own. I won't answer to you anymore, because let's face, you make me feel guilty for making my own decisions, therefore, calling me selfish. I couldn't breathe without asking your permission. Guess what? MY LIFE, MY RULES!
Guess what? I'M DONE! I'm done being mom's personal chauffer. I'm done being her slave. In case you havent' noticed, gas prices are well over $4 a gallon! So pardon me for being selfiush, but I need to conserve my gas. And it's not the gas sitiuation, it's also being controlled by guilt and manipulation by you mom. and dad. And with mom telling me to get a life, when I have one, and she making me feel guilty by saying that she needs to get a life-well, I don't see her arms broken. She should have no problem getting a life. And there's aunt Cindy, Uncle Bob, Nana and Papa that can take her to all of her appointments, because like I said before-I'M DONE!
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Omg Eva that's shocking. I was crying reading your post. I know my dad beat me a bit but not like that, and certainly not for being me. I actually feel physically sick thinking of you back then and then your dad. Some people just can not understand nor respect other people and their way of doing things. I hope you are ok? I hope you no longer need to be controller under this dictator any more. As you say you are an adult and you need to live an adult life without being supervised like a child. I take it your were beaten badly as a child/young adult. I hope you are able to follow your heart and be the person you thrive to be.

I hope this helps you and also just so you know i will be thinking of you as i feel extremely strongly about smacking and beating children and i think this is shocking. I will be thinking of you- good luck! xx
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This is a really neat thread, Laura for airing all those painful memories and paying kudos to those who went the extra mile to help. You would think my age and time passage would somehow "heal" the wounds of those humiliating school days but the scars are there and the memories are clear as ever. I hated going to the blackboard to work out a seemingly impossible what was once called an 'Arithmetic' problem. Oh the laughter that followed my hastily scribbled wrong answer and Mrs. E's demand to know how I got the answer I came up with. Mrs.E and the fourth grade teacher Mrs.I were both strict old school types that made children tremble and quake in their Buster Brown oxford and T~strap shoes. Naturally, words failed me, prompting an angry escort from the classroom and a venomous tongue lashing for "not trying." that I needed to "get the cobwebs out of my brain".... which even in the face of being absolutely terrified of the teacher always made me giggle uncontrollably. Her next words were always for me "To wipe that smirk off my face!" You guessed it, brought on more giggles and ultimately a trip to the office for insubordination and a stay in after school and the customary note home.
Mrs I was furious because I wasn't doing the math charting in the back of our SRA readers. I can still remember her angrily and roughly shaking my arm in a pinching grasp because I didn't understand how to do the charting. I remember crying in the bathroom, thinking how mean and unapprochable she was. No wonder I didn't ask for help! I was too afraid to!

Enough of those Meanies and on to the one deserving of a gold star Kudos and accolades.

Mrs K was a teacher every Dyscalculiac child should have.
She taught remedial math and told the class " None of us were dumb.that we could learn . Come test time she gave me full credit on a bonus question because "even though I got mixed up on the operations~added instead of subtracting I gave the correct answer and she'd written Very Good !on my test paper snd put a smilie and a grade of B on it. YA~A~A~AH for Mrs K for understanding and caring !!!!!Grin Grin Grin


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Laura wrote:
Omg Eva that's shocking. I was crying reading your post. I know my dad beat me a bit but not like that, and certainly not for being me. I actually feel physically sick thinking of you back then and then your dad. Some people just can not understand nor respect other people and their way of doing things. I hope you are ok? I hope you no longer need to be controller under this dictator any more. As you say you are an adult and you need to live an adult life without being supervised like a child. I take it your were beaten badly as a child/young adult. I hope you are able to follow your heart and be the person you thrive to be.

I hope this helps you and also just so you know i will be thinking of you as i feel extremely strongly about smacking and beating children and i think this is shocking. I will be thinking of you- good luck! xx

Dear Luara,
THanks for the encouragement.
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Dawn, I'm glad you found it helpful. I think I'll post a link over in the Education thread for the teachers.

I'm sorry to read that some folks had such bad experience with parents and others.
 
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Dear Mr. M-

I can't believe you are still allowed to work in our high school, the way you ridicule your students. You are unfair and so closed minded. I remember how you would choose a person who didn't have their hand up to answer the question, just so you could say something like, "No, how could you POSSIBLY think that was the answer?" Yes, you did say that kind of thing because I wrote about it in my diary while it was happening. I remember that you would always call on me to read the paragraphs that contained long numbers and then sigh impatiently while I tried to count the numbers in sets of threes so I could figure out where the commas went. And when my friend T, an aspiring model, told you she wasn't anorexic, you said, "Give it a few years." (That's when I really started to dislike you.) How everyone dreaded going up in front of the class because they were afraid of being humiliated. I know people complain, so why are you still teaching here?!

Dear. Mrs. McS (now Mrs. B ),
You are the most awesome guidance couselor in the entire world. I hope I have such a wonderful one in college. It's by a lucky chance- the first letter of my last name- that I got you as my couselor... but I'm sure it's not secret that a lot of my classmates (and probably others) switched from Mr. McK to you. You made what little the school did for my disability possible. You also made it possible for me to study theatre everyday at a different school. You contacted Mrs. S to help me with math, and you swere just so attentive and friendly and caring. I will always remember what you did for me, and I am so glad that you will be guiding my little sister through her high school career. Smile

Dear Mrs. S
You were so patient with me, through my crying fits and forgetting everything you'd taught me the day before. I don't know if many other people could have dealt with it. I really appreciated what you did for me.

Dear (Another) Mrs. S,
Because of your laziness, so much less was done for my dyscalculia. What the heck was up with you declaring I was "fine" because I "wasn't failing". A D isn't close enough for you?! Yeah, I am a good student otherwise, but that doesn't mean I don't need help! I know you pushed the school into not paying for my out-of-school testing, and that made all the difference in my not being properly diagnosed. Thanks to you, I have to tell people I'm an "undiagnosed dyscalculic", and, to msot people, that seems to be code for "I am making this up".

Dear Mom and Dad,
I was really worried that you wouldn't understand this disability or that you would think I was just making things up. Dad, I know you didn't believe it at first, but it meant so much the day when you were like, "Wow, you really do have this." Both of you, especially Mom, thank you for standing up for me to the school and not taking any crap from them (and they gave you a lot of it). Love you!
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Dear Rachel,
It's weird how we know that something's wrong with us, but our parents refuse to acknowledge it.
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Dear teachers and professors,

I have not been slacking in my classes. While you may think I've stopped caring because I'm so close to graduation, I assure you this isn't the case. I routinely put in 12 to 15 hours of studying (minimum) before a math test and often find that I've scored the bare minimum to pass. Many of these hours are in the middle of the night because I find it difficult to study and I hate to disappoint the person I love. The same one that happens to help me with my math struggles. Going to office hours are rather pointless to someone like me. I can score A's in class and study all night. However, the next day it may seem as if I've never seen the content at all.

I assure you that I have a brilliant mind. My college research has been groundbreaking and I have commendations and awards to prove this. I chose a math degree to face my greatest fear, in order to become an engineer. While I may stumble and even fail petty math classes dealing with theory, proofs, and things I may never use again, It does not reflect upon the inner battle I deal with every time I take your tests.

I am as real and soulful as any other. I did not ask for that car to run a traffic light. I did not ask to be hospitalized. I did not ask to wake up and realize something was "different" about my thought process after the wreck. However, I did ask for help and this you have denied me.

Although my spirit and resolve may be dashed, I will overcome. Your grade point averages mean nothing. A 2.0 out of 4.0 only verifies my point. My engineering GPA is strong, at 3.5 to 3.7. My history gpa is strong as well, at 3.4 to 3.5. My business degree is also strong at 3.7.

You cannot break me as I am unbreakable. My ability may be physically limited, but my courage will remain infinite. You once said I would never amount to anything. For a while, I thought that may be true. Now that I'm nearing graduation from college, I'm looking forward to graduate school. I have used your discouragement to fuel the fires inside. You have built me up by tearing me down.

My disability gives me an incredible edge in theoretical physics. While I may struggle with the math, I am able to develop and test theories you could only dream about. With the assistance of others to double check my work, I have excelled where many have failed. I have found order in chaos. I have found strength in my weakness. By losing my capacity fully grasp abstract mathematical concepts, I gained a greater sense of self.

You will never define me, I have defined myself.

Sincerely,
The Amazing Exponent


p.s. I chose the moniker "exponent" because my power lies within myself. I'm sorry you weren't the educator I hoped you could be.
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Dear Mr. L.N.,
I understand how difficult it was to accept someone who almost failed your class all the time, but now you did, and that got me to university - even if not the one I wanted to get in. Thanks for everything.

Dear A.Cs.,
Everytime you told me I'm stupid, I believed you. People looked at you as the authority, even if you were only the vice-directress of a primary school in the middle of nowher, so I really thought I could trust you. Then you told my mom to ban me everything I was interested in, and force me to do rote exercise with the multiplication table for hours everyday instead - which turned out to be of little use, and was something I was terrified of. You may have been the cause of me turning to politics instead of my original perseveration (bio), and almost ruining my own life as a blind fanatic. You're certainly one of the reasons why I know that love doesn't exist, and thus I'm much more mature and cautious than most people at my age. This is both useful and painful to me now. And I cannot understand your reasons for seeing me as a stupid freak and working towards removing me from the school.
Your actions turned to their opposite though. Being sacked out of primary school, I was admitted to high school 2 years early, and while all those six years were torturous, I had learned a lot of things and my world expanded greatly. So, with all due respect:
Screw you!

Dear System,
No matter that my family wasn't informed properly and I didn't get an official diagnosis for a resonable price, I'm still alive. I'm gonna squeeze the last bit of support that I can get out of you. Consider yourself warned.

Dear friends,
Thanks for understanding and accompanying me everywhere. Too often I can't find the way in the real world, both literally and metaphorically. I'm very embarrassed to require being transported to places, but I really can't do anything, and I appreciate your assistance. Without you, I'd end up somewhere in the opposite direction and never could go home again.
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Ok, I am going to try this one more time, and if it doesn't post, for whatever reason, then the computer has dyscalculia and not me....

Rev. Blammo, thank you for your post and sharing the tragedy you faced growing up. I wonder if your parents and mine played bridge together (lol), because I had similar abuses growing up. (We did live in Framingham for a while...)

I was the one who kept effing up my mothers' life (her words, not mine).

Welllll, boys and girls, do you remember what we learned in health class, or from good 'ol fashioned "trial and error", so-to-speak?

Riiiight....that if a man and woman have unprotected sex, guess what happens???--Yep, that's right kids, you get a baby, whether you wanted one or not.

It's not my fault that mom made what turned out to be a poor choice (for her) one night (or day), and wound up with a child she really didn't want. She could have aborted me (I think they had that then), given me up for adoption, or "danced all night". Any way you go, I did not ask to be created, yet I am glad I was, even with a disability.

What really sucked was that I got abused at home and at school. My mom taught my brother and sister to hate me, if you can believe that.--Maybe that's a poor word choice, but I recall always being spoken to as if I were the village idiot, like I didn't matter.

I had no reprieve, it seemed. I guess I am no different than any one else here, but the overall isolated feeling reaaly hurt.

I am glad I have all of you now Pfft

So, I guess I should get with the thread and write a letter. It's a long time coming....stay tuned



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Dear Igottabeme,
I was an only child, but I've always thought that even if I'd had a brother or sister, my mother would have done exactly that to me. I'm sorry that it actually happened to you, but thanks for sharing the story.

I hope that someday I'll get to meet you.
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"Any way you go, I did not ask to be created, yet I am glad I was, even with a disability. "

That pretty much sums it up for me (every child is unwanted in blue-collar families), except that I know my existence is not useful, so I might like to exist but my existence makes the existence of much more valuable people harder... and that's only partly because of my DC (eg. not getting into med school because of it - as a kid I wanted to be a transhumanist genetic researcher).
But still, I'm working towards contributing more and consume less. I hope one day I can help human race reach the stage where no one would need resources like food etc. to survive and be happy, so no one would be obliged to nearly-kill xyrself everyday, 9 to 5, just to stay alive.
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Well, Igottabeme, If my parents knew yours I think you would remember, my dad would make crude, innapropriate comments to your mom, embarass himself and then fight with my mom.(and this without the aid of alchol, he didn't even have that as an excuse) Oh, and find ways to say hurtful things about his son.
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Rev. Blammo,

I am glad I was being facicious (or how ever you spell " fa-cee-shush"Wink, and I am so sorry that you went through what you did. You seem like you are in a much better place now, and quite successful in spite of everything. I wish you nothing but the best in this life!

Thank you for your support, justfoundout! I am sure our paths will cross one day Wink

--Ok, a letter....maybe 2....or more...


Dear K-12 Teachers:

Thank you for passing me through the system. I am sure you thought you were doing me a favor, or making your job easier. Whatever the excuse, you should not be teaching if you can't TEACH.

Part of that teaching is possible detection of learning disabilities, and only ONE of you saw the problem, and tried to help me. Unfortunately, she had to deal with my mom who had the attitude, "not MY daughter!"--Well, she is long gone now (that teacher died many years ago), and I never got to tell her how much I appreciated that. She even knew that she could only do so much for me, but I am glad she tried.

Oh, and thanks "teach", for sending me to the school shrink, as if I were mentally disturbed, or whatever the h*ll you were thinking. A lot of good it did, other than to embarrass me further in front of my peers.

Thank you for singling me out in class and humiliating me. That did wonders for my self esteem, and really made me want to crack open the books. Thanks for the motivational tip. You should be a self help guru.

I can only hope that you were either reprimanded at some point, fired, or thank God, retired at this time in my life. I shudder to think how many other children you treated this way, and how many messed up young adults you helped to mold over the years.


Dear Kids I Went to School With:

Thank you for being as cruel to me as you were. You showed me the worst in humans, not to mention the wonderful parenting you all received. I bet you have passed those same values on to your own children. Great. The cycle continues. You should be proud of yourselves. You are the true meaning of people who should not breed.

As a result, you have taught me to seek individuals who are decent sorts, regardless of their station in life, as I can see your kind a mile coming and know to run, not walk, the other way. Due to your judging of me, I have learned to judge. The only difference is, is that I have a measure of COMPASSION for my fellow man and you do not, and i doubt you ever will. So sad.

Thank you for pulling my hair, spitting on me, beating me up, calling me names, and throwing food on me. Throwing me down on the ground and trying to undress me, while punching and pinching me, was a particular favorite.

Because of that, I learned to fight back, and stand up for myself, not to mention, some really good reflex reaction to substances being hurled in my direction.

You taught me the difference between good people and bad, which is why I do not attend your stupid little reunions. I know you think you were only "teasing" me, and I should get over myself.

Well, I did and have gotten over it, which is why I go see my TRUE friends all the time, and I do not bother to waste my time with any of you. My time is valuable, and you are not worth it. Besides, I tend to befriend people who LOVE and APPRECIATE me for who I am.

(--Oh, and the words "love" and "appreciate" are in this book called a dictionary, in the event you are unfamiliar with those words, which I think you are, based on your past treatment of me)

So, have a *nice* life. I can only hope you are as miserable now as you made me so many years ago.

Karma's a b%#ch, ain't it? Grin



Dear Everyone: I know what I wrote probably sounds petty, bitter and childish, but WOW, I feel better! Thank you for the thread Smile

-Igottabeme, xo
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Dear Igottabeme,
I've seen a lot of forum members thank Lisa_ for this Thread. I think that the main thing it's done for me is give me some much deserved laughing exercise. Your 'letter' to the K-12 teachers had me laughing out loud. It wasn't exactly my same experience, but when they sent you to the school shrink was where I just couldn't stop laughing. It's so ridiculous that that was their only 'tool' for someone with a different learning style.

I only recently (two years ago) told a female teacher with a Phd. that sometimes I felt like I just wanted some job where I wouldn't have to deal with people. After that, she's treated me like she's afraid to pass me in the hall. So much for 'bonding'.
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Dear Igottabeme,
I think that we've all had our fair share of delaing with bullies. They think that they're all that and a bag of chips, and 10 years later, they're cleaning the bathroom at the local McDonald's because they chose to drop out of school either a) they got their ex-gf's preggers, and needed a job immediately that paid or Cool they got preggers because of some bad choice that they made in life. And they still consider themselves the success when the reality is that they're the one's living in a trailer park right next to Old Mrs. Johnson, who still has Dwayne and Larry living there at 60!
People can be so insensitive with people to any disability. I've seen it from my point of view, and I've seen it from my mom's point of view, who has MS. There were times when I've had to striggle to get a door open with one hand, and push her through with the other, all while trying not to run over my own foot!
And I've had several bullies push me down, laugh, and then try to beat me up. Thank God I studied gymnastics becasue before they could even get a punch in, I could easlily escape with a simple backwards summersault!
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After reading some of these posts, I'm so glad for what I have. I'm so sorry for all the people who really suffered from others - what a terrible, terrible thing to happen to you. You have the entire forum's sympathy and understanding.

Now:

Thanks so much to both of my parents. They have always been supporitve and have always told me that I can defeat my math issues. They have been with me and told me that even if I never could pass high school, they would still be proud of me and love me. They have done everything they knew how to do for me, and even now are standing with me as I get tested. I love you!

Thanks also to Mr. B. and C., my math teachers in public school. They were the best thing I could ask for. They helped me pass their class as well as the 8th grade exam. Even though Mr. C's class was a extra help math class, he never put me or the others down and was always there to talk about whatever issues I was having - whether it was in math or otherwise. Mr. B. understood that I had a lot of trouble in maths - and although he never thought I should get tested, he gave me so much extra help. Neither tolerated any teasing in class, and both were strict with people who didn't try. But they understood that I did. Kudos to the both of you!

Thanks to all my 8th grade teachers, who helped me out and never gave up on me. Thanks for seeing that I am smart.

And now...for the bad....

Thanks, 8th grade classmates, for teasing me terribly and making my 8th grade year a terrible, scarring experience. Thanks for making me cry with your awful words and for being so horrible to me in every way possible. Thanks for making me completely miserable and dread school. Thanks for alienating me and poking fun at me in gym class and in the locker room.

You'd be pleased to know that I do have a LD, but what you don't realize is that I'm about to overcome it, and I will make something of myself. I only hope that you would be able to do the same.


I'm NOT stupid!!!!!
 
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Posted on August 04 2008 11:32 PM
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Dear AnimalHugger,
Your story is crystal clear. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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Posted on August 05 2008 01:24 AM
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Dear Mister Job,
We both know I am trying my best. We know I care more about doing this well than my past relationship. Your my job and I put more work into you. I have worked so hard at overcoming my difficulties to do better, I have gone home with headaches and throwing up because of the stress. I want to do you well. But you have to be patient.
I am still learning, without outside training by the way. I mean really, there are a hell of a lot of numbers involved. I work hard and long hours to do what needs to be done.
I can't fail. I can't live with that.
"I used to be disgusted, now I try to be amused..."
Elvis Costello
 
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