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Yes, how many times do I have to remind you that there is no U in my name? So all this nonsense about taking away the U is meaningless to me, because there is no U in my name. The Caulkins Olympic swimmer cannot be found at this address. Perhaps you have been spending way too much time "Home Alone," but where is your "S"? U are not S, needless to say.

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Yes, it was rather insulting to be myself an honors English student in high school, and being placed for Spanish class with a pack of dummies. In Spanish class everything has to be done in groups, which is a miserable situation where I am usually grouped with a pack of dummies who just sit there chatting about personal things and nothing ever gets done and no tasks get assigned. Or else they all just sit there blankly waiting for this stupid white girl to fall on her face, as if I am going to open my mouth prematurely and make a huge mess of everything. One does get the idea that they do not want us white people gaining access to the national literary secrets. Yes, without a deeper understanding of the local history it is very hard for a white person to make much sense out of 100 years of solitude, a ridiculously exaggerated tale of a mostly nonsensical and weird nature. Perhaps we could just leave this book on a shelf and let an army of ants carry it away, oh but that can only happen in South America, not really here. We could also go to the library and copy something out of a book, but that wouldn't have much originality and the teacher would not approve. So there was some confusion about these literary books and how they should be approached.

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That was weird, all this high school fanfare about the name of Tony. Antonio was a friend of ours from church, but I don't see why I should be particularly impressed with that after he was dragging us around into some odd situations that were not very helpful. I don't really care if I never see them again.

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Who is this little brat who runs around saying that I wanted to run for president? Well, I never wanted to run for president, truth be told. I never had any idea of running for president. I don't involve myself in such political races. There is the idea that when you are very young your mother should tell you that you can do anything when you grow up, not to be limited in your thinking, even to entertain the idea of being willing to run for president. But I never really wanted to do that so it just gets very annoying to hear that scratchy broken record playing over and over again. And what if I did run for president? Well, I certainly couldn't be a worse candidate than her, so that doesn't really mean very much to me.

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I seem to remember that someone was telling me to go to New Orleans to hang out there with Denny Duron, a football coach who was fired from Evangel College for whatever reason, and his wife Candy. Which is ridiculous. I never even met this person and don't really care so much about football that Jim Mazurek (MK-Chile) should be needling me on the subject of football players. Another reason not to go to New Orleans is that I was never that close to to Irene. In high school there really were two separate classes of people, the Dummies and the Honors class, and I remember Irene as being probably near the bottom of the Dummies class illiterates, which is probably why I never had any class with her, because there really was a separation for the most part, with economics class being one of the few exceptions to that rule. The Dummies class people are in high school mainly to be socialized, not because they are expecting to learn something by reading books. They just want to chattify and so they have a grudge against persons who are seriously interested in collecting As on their report cards. The Dummies class people have abandoned all hope of getting As on their report cards so they spend a lot of time passing notes or playing hookey because they think that social networking is the only thing that matters. So hopefully that helps to explain the Dummies class rift.

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Yes, that was a rather annoying experience to be attending a choir rehearsal at the Sangio home and there they are calling to the dog, "Candy, Candy," and they think it is so funny to see me turning my head as if they were talking to me, a knee-jerk reaction on my part one would easily imagine. So that was weird. What sort of "friend" stages such a sick demonstration as that?

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Yes, there you go again, making that same old joke about Barbara Wilder's D-size feet. She also was flat-footed due to fallen arches. We haven't seen the Wilders since the 6th grade when they were attending the MK school, Barbara who was my age and her older brother Jeff who was in the 8th grade. They weren't around very long so they really wouldn't be able to understand very much about the rest of that.