In Transit three

                                              
                                                 
 Three                                    
                                                     
                                             
 After finishing Morning Kindergarten, I was     
placed in Afternoon Kindergarten because it   
was determined I was not socially ready to    
enter First Grade.  What they did not realize  
was that I would never be socially ready.          
                                            
The Second Grade I was in also had students   
who were in the Third Grade.  A day came when
the teacher was teaching Third Grade math.  I
was watching.  She saw that I was watching.  
Strangely, when a Third Grade student up at  
the blackboard (greenboard?) was unable to   
produce the correct answer to the problem
there, she asked me to try.  Since I do not   
recall the problem, I cannot say I answered  
it correctly, but my emotional memory says
I did.  No big deal, though, since I didn't get
moved up to the Third Grade.               
                                            
When I was in the First Grade, my parents  
had me take piano lessons, but there were    
two conditions against me: small hands and
poor brain-to-fingers coordination.  It
happened I became ill with measles during 
that time.  Dealing with them gave me time  
to think.  I decided to/ quit taking piano  
lessons.                                     
                                             
My parents also got me into a cub scout den
and then into a boy scout troop.  What I   
learned from those experiences was worth           
the while, but I never made First Class as  
a boy scout.  Due to breathing difficulties
I was unable to overcome, I couldn't swim   
the required 50 yards.                       
                                          
One summer I came upon an empty "tiny" 
white cardboard box, a box which may have  
been for some item of jewelry.  I took it and  
made it a magical box, placing short curlicues 
of white paper in it & other things, all of which  
I made magical.  It was then that the word
"Rhodingeedaddee" arrived.  Why?  From
where?  I have no clue, but that is the way
I remember it.  What they did not realize  
was: I never would be socially ready.      
                                         
When I was eleven or twelve, my interest in 
space and stars made me want to become 
an astrophysicist.  However, I was exploring  
other disciplines also, one which resulted
in the crafting of my first poem.  I call that
poem a verse now.  It, along with 23 other
early verses, is online in my S H.  
                                             
In high school I found math and sciences
less appealing than the humanities.  My  
grades were on the exceptional side/ but  
had I been placed a grade higher/ I feel  
to this day/ I would have put more effort
into what I was studying.  I did resume   
trying to write poems, and one was sent   
to a national high school competition and
was included in an anthology and a year
or so later in an issue of the Marquette
Journal.  It was my first sonnet, but it
began as a longer, looser poem (verse).  
Somehow, while in high school, Charles  
Péguy ..... drew my attention.  Attempted   
to imitate him, but just once.              
                                       
                                          
                                          
                                      
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Gustav Holst  The Planets  Op.32
Uranus