A desperate Woman… Sherlock Holmes !!

220px-Strand_pagetIn Middle School, which we called Jr. High School in the 1970s, there was a teacher. The lights came on when I was in Jr. High School. Peer pressure was as two giant wedges clamping in on me. This teacher woke me up from the dreadful shadow world of bell bottoms and grunge looking guys. The crush I had on Mark Baily was overwhelming and he had the original grunge look down. Yet in all of this chaos, hormones, the smell of hate-and peer pressure… this mighty teacher woke me up

“Excellent! I cried. “Elementary.” Said He.

The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (1893)
Watson and Holmes in “The Crooked Man” (Doubleday p. 412)

In an English course as an elective by mistake Teacher had us read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I experienced feelings more powerful than crushes on boys and the hate of peer pressure. It all fell by the side. The wit and intelligence of a detective moved me. My only regret is not taking it on as a profession myself. Also never thanking her, the teacher that turned on the light; if only for a few months.

Thank you my dear lady !!

 

 

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