Talking in Class

It started in elementary school.  I was a good student, made good grades, but I had this one problem.  I talked too much.  Always.  Anyway, my penmanship became very good.  Largely, I'm sure, due to the hundreds and hundreds of sentences I had to stay after school and write, which said "I will not talk in class". 

Eventually, I did learn to restrain my tongue somewhat and started writing and passing notes instead.  Was better at that...didn't get caught as much.  It seems I just can't help myself...I love to talk.


Odd how life turns out.  When you get my age (not telling) and you look back, you see how the dots were connected.  For example, I worked until retirement for the U. S. Postal Service.  Now what do they do?  Pass people's notes to other people!  Then after retirement I went back to school thinking I'd get a degree in English or maybe journalism, but ended up going right to the heart of the matter and majored in linguistics.  Perfect.

Now I know how to talk, how to talk about talking, and how to truly bore people to tears about talking.  (Oh, well, nobody's perfect.)  So, now the internet techies have made it possible for anyone to talk about anything on these things called 'blogs'.  Just for people like me (I'm sure).  It's a talker's paradise.  So, here I am.  My first post on this thing.

The only thing is...talkers can always talk, but is anybody ever listening?  Well, if we have anything to say worth hearing, maybe.  So, we'll see.  Anyway, thanks for listening!   (Is anybody there?)