Saturday, April 17, 2010

My story: Mr. Verb

People keep asking who I am, and what I look like. OK, here's the story. And here's my pic:


When we started this blog, none of us, I think, had any idea that parts of speech are so often personified by teachers.

5 comments:

Stan said...

A charming story. I like the way the houses look like the tops of pencils.

Teachers personify all sorts of things. I had one who told the whole room (ages 3–6) to imagine the devil beside us, and to beat him up with the help of our guardian angels. Auxiliary verbs might have been a more useful lesson.

Mr. Verb said...

Wow, I wonder how many hours of therapy came out of THAT class. And it took me a while to figure out that those were likely to be houses.

Stan said...

Given that this happened in rural Ireland, there was little or no therapy; for the most part there's no telling how the ensuing metaphysical discomfort would have been resolved. The same teacher habitually (but jokingly) threatened to grow horns if we misbehaved. She was very kind and well-meaning, but her Catholicism was at times uncomfortably traditional.

pc said...

I disagree that you are "weak/infirm."

Also, this sort of reminds me of this book.

Mr. Verb said...

More so every day ...