you know how sometimes you look at a scene and see nothing but shapes and patterns. I was taught by our lecturer Al at Grimsby
school of art, look at the shapes between the shapes... you get totally drawn into them. This is one of those times. I was actually sitting in the hall at Sheffield Poly on the first day of my BE'd. The hall was crowded and I got a seat in a corner, thank goodness, by the window. This is a beautiful area of the city which I have always loved, I couldn't hear and anyway, I am useless at these mass meetings, my thoughts drift by, same at Church when I was younger, so in this instance, I studied outside the window, also a usual of mine. It was September and it was a glorious view. What the Head or what ever was said, I have no idea, though I have a very good memory, I couldn't tell you a word of it, nor who was on the stage or not. Bad habit of mine, I remember as a child at my senior school, my window looked onto a doctors surgery and I used to study the tall trees in their garden for hours on end, till one day, /this happened so often during my school and college days/ the teacher yelled my name, startled I spun round and knocked all the plants off the shelf I was sitting under..and Renate is in trouble again, go see the Head.... story of my life, odd that I should have turned out a teacher myself, a teacher who was nominated top teacher out of 28 by 8,000 students in Beijing /and it wasn't because I am a softee, the reverse rather!!/ I just have to tell you of one incident, when I was at North Lindsey Tech Coll. Dad would not let me go to Uni back then, Commerce course then go into an office and marry the boss he said, and I am treating you like a princess letting you do that and not go to work.. One day we were in a Bookkeeping lesson, I was dreaming as usual, suddenly I heard a male voice shout: Renate Telewny, what are sleeping partners. I turned the brightest red and stuttered, Sir...