I only had a 3.2? GPA out of hs because I never cracked a book, just wrote my papers and did the math assignments. What I learned was through osmosis. I never knew what the heck I wanted to be, just that I didn't want to go to Grinnell like my mom wanted me to. So my sister graduates magna cum laude from Smith. Now that place has gone to the dogs. I went to see her there in the 60's when I was married to my dear ex, and I think she couldn't get rid of us fast enough. I wasn't even hurt at the time. We were a lowly service couple during the Nam years, he stationed at Ft. Devens. I think she was ashamed of me/us in front of her high falutin' friends. He wasn't an officer, and it is debatable if he was ever a gentleman. Good-looking though.
I took his photo in a race a couple years ago. After I clicked the shutter, he comes up even with me, I keep looking straight ahead. "Do you know who I am". A monotone, "no", replies I. "Your ex-husband" and walks on up the hill. Um, that's odd, I'm thinking. Had to blow up the photo and look at his name tag to make sure I hadn't imagined that one. It was HE. I didn't know who he was, hadn't seen him for 18 years or so, didn't care to. Isn't life odd?
To get the full frisson effect of "buell," one must allow air pressure to build up behind the glossalpharyngym tympanum oscularium, thereby propelling the labial stop "b" or "buh" vocalization to leap forth with an explosive aspect.
uhh???? o.k....