tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post112712757516911472..comments2024-03-24T09:36:51.494-04:00Comments on delagar: Teaching In a Small Towndelagarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18197857250240640822noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post-1127256691481360012005-09-20T17:51:00.000-05:002005-09-20T17:51:00.000-05:00That was hard for me to get used to when I moved h...That was hard for me to get used to when I moved here from New Orleans. There are several small towns around here, but they ar all linked together. I don't like running into clients when I've just been working in the yard and look like it. I may soon join a gym to which one of my clients belongs. I spoke with her about it and she said she was fine with it, but I'm not sure I am.Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07124489754017593105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post-1127178889792117692005-09-19T20:14:00.000-05:002005-09-19T20:14:00.000-05:00Yah, I grew up in a small town and I got to go to ...Yah, I grew up in a small town and I got to go to dinner with my teachers. Actually, I am still in contact with a few of them.CBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03782575576596337344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post-1127128604959662642005-09-19T06:16:00.000-05:002005-09-19T06:16:00.000-05:00Oh, Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day. Be ye a happy o...Oh, Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day. <BR/>Be ye a happy one on this day and many more to follow. Argh argh and walk the plank and all that good stuff.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340684.post-1127128442394558482005-09-19T06:14:00.000-05:002005-09-19T06:14:00.000-05:00I was grew up in a small town and you're right. E...I was grew up in a small town and you're right. Everyone knows everthing about your personal life. Something that bothered me and still bothers me. But my biggest complaint, by far, when I lived in a big city was that no one knew me and I felt isolated and lost and missed the familiarity between seeing people at the store and at the doctor that knew me. I also missed the history that I shared with these folks. No one in the big city could ever say they knew my mom or my grandparents or even me and that I missed. The advantages of a bigger city was the anonimity and the isolation which is ironic since the isolation is what I hated too.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.com