MAYBE IT'S GOOD WE CAN'T

Start over, that is. Do-overs are allowed sometimes, but not always, and there's a reason for that.

My brother asked me the other day if I thought I would be a teacher again if I could start all over. I told him no. I think I still harbored a desire to do something in athletics. Yet my lack of commitment wouldn't even let me take part in high school athletics or coaching.

Last night I dreamed in Spanish. I used to do that regularly when I was taking second year Spanish in college, but it had been awhile since I'd dreamed in Spanish. It was a short dream, because my memory bank for my second language has had too many withdrawals. Again, my lack of commitment to learning, I mean really learning another language waned and died out after that second year.

While I'm writing about do-overs, I guess I need to include a do-never. I wish I could play a musical instrument. I like music and always have. Mr. Beckmeyer tried hard to recruit me for boys' chorus in high school, but again a lack of commitment reared its ugly head and I declined, even though I knew it would cost me an A in his class, Music Appreciation. I took my B+ and apathy as usual.

So what does it all mean? It means that if I had it to do over, I, like most I suspect, would probably do about the same thing. It didn't take a lot of effort to become a teacher, so I'd probably go that same route. I'd probably show no more dedication to organized sports or music. I would have, but you see, commitment stood in the way.