I had this English teacher, her name was Mom. She got her paychecks from Southern Pacific Railroad, but she should have been a teacher of English. I thought at first the wackiest thing she ever told me was I could not start a sentence with “and.”
And, I was wrong! The wackiest, yet most useful of advice she gave me came with her response to every story I told her. Two or three times she would interrupt me with, “No, I don’t know, are you going to tell me?”
This stumped me for months! After all, I just told her, how could she not know? I finally got enough moxie to ask what did she mean. Come to find out, my words at every pause was, “You know?”
She had the patience of Job, cause I know it must have made her skin crawl every time I used that nonsense phrase. She certainly made me aware of the real words coming out of my mouth.
Mom would also grab my hands while I was talking. It startled me so, I shut-up immediately….frozen like a deer caught in headlights
And she would laugh so hard. I didn’t think it was funny.
She said I was part Italian from somewhere, cause I just couldn’t talk without waving my hands in the air like a shadow boxer.