 | As I sat in my first Greek class, nervous about learning an ancient language, I watched a small young lady bebop into class. Strapped over her shoulder were a rather large trumpet case and a handbag. In her arms she carried a computer, books and finally in her hand an iced-coffee. Each and every day she came into class in the same manner and seemed to not have a care in the world. Her name was Mary and much to my surprise, she was a triplet and part of a very musical family. She had an engaging personality with a ready smile and she irritated the heck out of me. |
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