tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082015317933748943.post3044746645337902335..comments2012-11-07T13:40:48.584-08:00Comments on The Older I Get, The Better I Was: One Man's Quest to Dunk: Interlude-Youth as a Natural LinkJaime Flacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10241457218026503853noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082015317933748943.post-5801157830563562942010-02-15T20:29:08.627-08:002010-02-15T20:29:08.627-08:00I remember enjoying between ten and zero moments o...I remember enjoying between ten and zero moments of that year at EY too, most of which were the moments I spent in the conference room taking complete advantage of the firm's flat rate phone plan to make cross-country phone calls.<br /><br />I find that there are several roads to student affection. I very rarely, if ever, allow myself to be taken off topic, though they do try. It's funny to hear them say to each other, "I told you he wouldn't answer that," after trying to get me to go away from the math in class. Children are so simple sometimes. I almost think they appreciate that about me as much as anything. Actually, it's the firmness in class that makes the after-class BS-ing time we have more meaningful.<br /><br />I completely understand the idea of getting by on the instant youth to youth connection in place of any type of technical skill in your early years. I still fall back on that sometimes.<br /><br />Sixth paragraph: don't split the infinitive, please. Ever. Thanks.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01505089224475795324noreply@blogger.com