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Yes, I do rather like Debbie Boone's rendition of that Bob Dylan song, "Ring dem Bells," although I am not sure whether the words mean very much. I tend to think that such an obscure poem could be open, or rather vulnerable or susceptible to multiple interpretations, thus leading ultimately to a chaotic confusion of contradictory impressions. But if you must insist on covering a Bob Dylan song, I suppose that at least that is one of the few songs of his that is singable, sort of.

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I must admit that I do not share this fascination of yours with the health care professions. If I had to choose a vocation, it certainly NOT be anything medical. I do not feel myself under any obligation to enter the nursing and/or medical doctor profession, needless to say, although certainly the medical and/or health care profession is a noble one, and well remunerated, for those who are so called. I have no idea why all these girls are so interested in limiting themselves to a pathetically boring career of nurse and/or teacher. I had thought that this was a free country where our choice of occupation was not limited to these two boxes, but I don't seem to know anything. Everything I would rather do is NOT NOT NOT available or does NOT pay well. If I can't be a teacher, and not interested in health care, what can I do?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was in maybe 8th grade at the MK school, after lunch our teacher Mrs. Richardson would have story time, in which she would read aloud to us a chapter from a book. One of the books she read to us was a novel, although I cannot remember the title of it, or maybe there was a true story behind it, about some people who came to Canada from Russia and found Christianity. The heroine, who might have been Jewish or not, I don't remember very much about this book, when in her youth living back in Russia, or maybe Eastern Europe, worked as a maid in the very large house of very wealthy people, often on her hands and knees scrubbing the fancy flooring. Eventually she escapes to America where she finds true love. Also, another character in the book was a Jewish man who is caught in a storm, while touring the many islands of the St. Lawrence River, and finds God. Whether it was the storm or the still small voice, I don't remember. Our teacher, Mrs. Richardson, was Canadian so sometimes she reminds us that some things are not a matter of nationality. Anyway, I think that all of us who come to America were escaping something in Europe, if only a lack of new opportunities. No need for more recent immigrants to imagine that earlier American pioneers were not also hard-working people just doing their jobs.

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Yes, it is true that I can send the Whitaker twins home to Canada or Javy home to Mexico, thus interrupting your patriotic leanings. They have their places but even so there is nothing that I need to discuss with them, especially not now.

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I sometimes think that I hear our journalism teacher, Michelle Morris, chattering in the stratosphere. Even so, I do not wish to be reminded of the many mistakes that we made in regards to Caroline, as if she should be allowed to portray herself as a martyr persecuted by white girls. What were we thinking?

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Of course we all know that politicians and/or persons intent on building political careers for themselves are notoriously untrustworthy and will do whatever, even stab you in the back later, for the sake of political convenience, because of course their own political career maneuverings supersede any personal preference that you might have. Thus, there is no reason to discuss anything of a personal nature with politicians and/or political people. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely recall during high school that I at one time was in the office of the high school guidance counselor because it was a requirement to go there at least once to discuss my college plans, something about the need for submitting my application to colleges. So that was interesting. Beyond that I really don't remember one thing about her, just that she was doing her job, understandably.