We woke up late on the day of our orientation and ran up the hill in a mad rush. So much for those first impressions. Then our recruiter was impressed with the rate we walked (he thought we’d be ages longer) and praised us for our London pace. “Wingfoot, I name you.” said he. Oh…
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Fears from Misdirection
I’ve noticed a pattern as to when I am frustrated, especially in the course of homeschooling.