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I dont know, except that most of the talk about girls, women, is envy or retaliation by the ones that dont dare to and the ones that failed to.
I think that I would like to, after I get my exercise science degree, also get degrees for fire, so that I could be an instructor. And I know that it only takes instructor courses to teach fire classes, but I would like to be the best there is, to know as much as one can expect to and to pass that on. Teaching seems to come naturally to me, and I seem to have good insight when at least EMS is concerned... with no reason to know why I won't pick that up for fire as well...
And I knew them too. I had seen them too, who had never been further from Frenchman's Bend than I could return by night to sleep. It was like the wheel, like the sunset itself, hubbed at that little place that don't even show on a map, that not two hundred people out of all the earth know is named Frenchman's Bend or has any name at all, and spoking out in all directions ans touching them all, never a one too big for one to touch, never a one too little to be remembered:--the places that men and women have lived in and loved whether they had anything to paint pictures of them with or not, all the little places quiet enough to be lived in and loved and the names of them before they were quiet enough, and the names of the deeds that made them quiet enough and the names of the men and the women who did the deeds, who lasted and endured and fought the battles and lost them and fought again because they didn't even know they had been whipped, and tamed the wilderness and overpassed the mountains and deserts and died and still went on as the shape of the United States grew and went on. I knew them too: the men and women still powerful seventy-five years and twice that and twice that again afterward, still powerful and still dangerous and still coming, North and South and East and West, until the name of what they did and what they died for became just one single word, louder than any thunder. It was America, and it covered all the western earth.
I keep thinking when I pull out my collected short stories that william faulker would hate this book of the publishers of his. It could never fit into your back pocket.
I think that I would like to, after I get my exercise science degree, also get degrees for fire, so that I could be an instructor. And I know that it only takes instructor courses to teach fire classes, but I would like to be the best there is, to know as much as one can expect to and to pass that on. Teaching seems to come naturally to me, and I seem to have good insight when at least EMS is concerned... with no reason to know why I won't pick that up for fire as well...
And I knew them too. I had seen them too, who had never been further from Frenchman's Bend than I could return by night to sleep. It was like the wheel, like the sunset itself, hubbed at that little place that don't even show on a map, that not two hundred people out of all the earth know is named Frenchman's Bend or has any name at all, and spoking out in all directions ans touching them all, never a one too big for one to touch, never a one too little to be remembered:--the places that men and women have lived in and loved whether they had anything to paint pictures of them with or not, all the little places quiet enough to be lived in and loved and the names of them before they were quiet enough, and the names of the deeds that made them quiet enough and the names of the men and the women who did the deeds, who lasted and endured and fought the battles and lost them and fought again because they didn't even know they had been whipped, and tamed the wilderness and overpassed the mountains and deserts and died and still went on as the shape of the United States grew and went on. I knew them too: the men and women still powerful seventy-five years and twice that and twice that again afterward, still powerful and still dangerous and still coming, North and South and East and West, until the name of what they did and what they died for became just one single word, louder than any thunder. It was America, and it covered all the western earth.
I keep thinking when I pull out my collected short stories that william faulker would hate this book of the publishers of his. It could never fit into your back pocket.