You can take the girl out of academia....

Last week I paid a visit to my mom and pop.  They are considering downsizing, so I had to go through quite a few boxes from my schoolhouse days.

I enjoyed spending time with my parents, particularly since it got me away from work for a few days.  Work has been a little hectic lately, and I've been doing a lot of writing-- especially with collaborators.  One of my collaborators doesn't appear to believe in such silly conventions as grammatical rules.  And so I edit.  And edit.  And edit.

I decided I wasn't going to work when I visited my parents.  As I picked through a box labeled "Unreaction--elementary school", I came upon a poem my ten-year-old self had written to my mother.  I frowned, noting a grammatical error.

Sigh.  I guess I just can't help playing the editor... even if the writer is myself.  Twenty years ago.