Alfredo (Norfolk Academy teacher/coach formerly known as Mr. Poole) will be my nom de plume for posting on the Eighth Grade Odyssey 2015 (EGO15) Blog. For those of you who have never suffered through a short (lengthy), concise (wordy), dead serious (humor attempted) e-mail from “teacher” Mr. Poole or “coach” Mr. Poole then you may be caught a bit off guard by what you’re going to be forced to endure. Here’s a snapshot (maybe that’s not the best choice of terms to use since it implies some degree of brevity):
- I have never attempted to say in “five words” what could be said in “twenty.”
- If I ever come off as sarcastic, cynical, contemptuous, caustic, acrimonious, acerbic, scathing, cutting, sharp, or even the slightest bit harsh … then I can assure you that I’ve completely lost my mind. What has most likely occurred is that I have probably “failed miserably” in attempt to provide a bit of whimsy, levity, badinage, humor, and/or my personal favorite …. tomfoolery. (I wish I knew what all of those words meant)
- At age 62, I seem to have developed some sort of a recognizable writing style. Some have referred to it as “Stream of Consciousness” or “Stream of Unconsciousness” depending on his/her frame of mind.
- There will be little attention paid to the rules of grammar (although I will do my best in the spelling department.) Make no mistake … I will not be possessing my gerunds.
- If you see a lot of …… different pieces ….connected by what seem to be …. endless little …dot …thingies …then you can skip having a look at the author. Guilty as charged.
- Posts that seem abnormally grammatically correct, with smooth flow, great transitions, and an overall well-written feel …. will …. no doubt be the work of one of the “junior” members of our 8th grade Odyssey group.
So … enough of the drivel. On to more important things ….like…a glance at our basic route of flight from Philly (born there in 1952) to Rome. Looks like your Bulldog will be making one of those “great circle” sojourns up across the Canadian Maritime Provinces, going feet-wet on the Labrador/Newfoundland coast …probably snoozing over the North Atlantic …. feet dry in the Bretagne province of France …then a hop, skip, and a jump and the wheels are chirping as your daughter/son touch down at Leonardo da Vinci airport (FCO) in Rome. (please ignore the silly little green plane in the route of flight picture (above) suggesting we are heading for Iceland … we’re disembarking,….. as well as getting off the plane, ….. in Roma!)
So … you’ve met the BWIIC (pronounced B-wick) (short for Blogger What Is In Charge) and it’s time to move on.
Ciao, Alfredo
