People ate bread made of the shells of peas because there was no flour.

I am writing this during my lunch period, because I need to reach towards the outside world of sanity, because I am overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the clerical work still to be done, and because at this hour of the morning normal ladies are still sleeping.

Time collapses and expands like an erratic accordion.

I like the word OLD. Not senior, that's for proms. Older? Older than whom? 'Old' is honorable and ripe

I feel no different than I felt at 99, 98 or 97. Just because you live a long time, you get all this attention. Just because you survived? Of course, I survived a lot.

People ate bread made of the shells of peas because there was no flour.

And that's it; that's why I want to teach; that's the one and only compensation: to make a permanent difference in the life of a child.