Many of my teachers at school have been thrilled to point out that I write rather long sentences. I believed them. Especially when they made that grim face and pointed at my sentences with the ball point pen. It was always a moment for me to hear that. I often sat down and read them out loud after the teacher left. I perfectly understood what I was trying to say but apparently they didn't. Well...not so recently my aunt (who happens to be a teacher) mentioned she hates looong sentences, because of her age. When you get to the finishing line you forget what the beginning was. Its better to break them down into shorter ones she said, grimacing over a student's homework.
Hmmm, now I get it. This was proselytizing moment for me. From 5th grade until now I reprimanded myself within for the inability to cut short. Not anymore!
Having said that age is getting to me too. At times when I write those, I tend to forget what I was meaning to say at all! The irony of age.
Hmmm, now I get it. This was proselytizing moment for me. From 5th grade until now I reprimanded myself within for the inability to cut short. Not anymore!
Having said that age is getting to me too. At times when I write those, I tend to forget what I was meaning to say at all! The irony of age.
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