[Hildy]

I took a poetry class at West Virginia University 20 years ago. The teacher was a KOOK. Major Kook. One day, I read him a poem I had written...the Poem started..I DREAMT I WAS STANDING AT THE EDGE OF MY TOLERANCE. (Lay off, I was in my teens when I wrote it)...anyway, he stopped me at the end of that sentence and said, "Stope, enough...you can't write poems about dreams." That was it. That poem was chosen to be published by a major magazine two years earlier. I told him he was a terrible teacher and dropped the class.

[Timesink]

I took a poetry class at West Virginia University 20 years ago. The teacher was a KOOK. Major Kook.

See, you shoulda gone to Marshall.