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So begins our latest foray with tutor.
In this case dog-obedience training at Lollypop Let out, the area Humane Society and animal-shelter.
(And that’s how it’s spelled, everyone; it won’t antiquated your spellcheck.)
I thought my tortured go through with school ended with my degree from Houghton; 17 years.
I’ve had heterogeneous minor encounters with school since.
First there were courses in accounting by the American Initiate of Banking. But I really learned twofold-entry bookkeeping as a chief-clerk trainee at a bank-part.
Next was photography courses at Rochester Organization of Technology, their glitzy new Henrietta campus.
But it was more darkroom employment than anything.
The professor required a dissertation at class-end, and was impressed by what I turned in.
“Undeniable you’ve had a liberal-arts education,” he remarked.
Bus-driver upbringing was also a class, but more driver-ed than classwork.
What classwork there was was wisdom all their silly rules and procedures.
They were blown away by my purpose to map out every bus-line, but I never did that.
It was too much a project and got in the way.
The mere act of driving bus gobbled up 12 hours a day.
And starting as an extra-driver meant vacillating hours.
Schoolwork was learning the bus-lines, and how to zeal a bus.
During my employ at the mighty Mezz I took an surface Photoshop course that was frustrating.
The bearing had PCs, so Photoshop was bog-slow — not what I was acclimatized to on a MAC at the mighty Mezz. —They couldn’t bear the expense MACs, so they said.
They also were trying to stuff all of Photoshop into only four hours of instruction; way too much.
Preferably Photoshop instruction was at Visual Studies Workshop in Rochester.
Every devotee (about eight) got a MAC to play with, with Photoshop installed.
Way more engrossing than school; no tests, no HUGE dissertation, no slamming notes during a droning philippic, no 89 bazilyun boring textbooks to know.
I remember at Houghton a history-professor assigning us an annotated-bibliography, and I was the onliest one that did it.
We were to pick a area of study and read maybe 30 books that were relevant, and then evaluate (“annotate”) each.
Unmistakeably, such an assignment was well beyond the average student, who did salutary to read the course textbook.
It also was beyond the professor’s grading it.
He assigned it in the first semester of my Minor year, yet got it back to me in the second semester of my Superior year.
“Hey Dr. Troutman; got that annotated-bibliography graded yet?” I’d ask.
A lover-student complained the assignment was extremely impossible.
“Bob did it!” Troutman would gloat.
Effective; all I did was figure out how many books to skim each week — about three per week.
What this is is erudition time-management.
Skimming a laws is hardly reading it.
So all Troutman could do was chuck c reveal up his hands and give me an “A” for toil. —And of course the class I had done it for was crave over.
So essentially the annotated-bibliography didn’t number for anything, and the “A” was for nothing — at most getting me off his back.

This first dog-obedience class was dogless — which meant leaving our dog alone in the diet so we could attend the dogless lecture.
Alone in the race, our dog is a nervous wreck; she hates to be leftist alone.
As I started down the highway, I could see a pink idiom in the bow window of our house.
Getting to Lollypop took about 45 minutes — we got there about 15 minutes inopportune.
“Lollypop is the fifth-best humane society in the absolute country,” the instructor bragged.
Well, at 15,000-20,000 sq. ft. it’s extremely impressive. Not a Wal*Mart big-box, but not a 1,000 sq. ft. Ontario County Humane Society (“Pleased as Punch Tails”).
“100% funded by donations. No gumint funding whatsoever.”
There was raucous evidence of this walking into Lollypop; a big brick sidewalk of memorial bricks.
“In loving celebration of Muffy,” and “Remembering Chipper, who could always clear us smile.”
Continuous memorial bricks as far as the eye could see.
“For heaven on earth sake,” I said. “Protect where ya step!”
We sat down in the classroom, among about four others; and then the rest began arriving; mount up to about 30.
“How many in each class?” my wife had asked an resulting.
“About eight.”
30 people ain’t eight, but actually it was three classes, perfectly for the lecture. (I can just imagine 30 dogs in a cell.)
Finally the instructor arrived, dragged in by her German Pursue. “This is not a sterling example of dog-respectfulness,” she said.
On-and-on her lecture droned; I glanced at my observe. “You have to remember a dog is a pack-brute. Your goal is to establish yourself as the leader of the company. —In which case, your dog decides you are boss.”
“Okay, so your dog lunges out to leash-end after a squirrel, she hits the end, and returns for her manage.......”
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Try that with our dog and the squirrel is the healing — the actual treat counts for nothing. This has already happened.”
As conventional, it will be an interplay of instructor versus us; unbeholden to endless greatness, and leery of self-declared expertness.
Liberials (panic).
It’ll be what works for us. I don’t wanna terrify or awe our dog. I’m sorry, but her tuning us out in the woods is dogginess — I’m not about to stop off that.
Returning home we stopped at a unfamiliar Weggers to buy groceries; “remote” meaning we’ve never been there before.
Inside we passed a photo-lab, where people were processing photo-discs on a Kodak Photoshop gismo.
A girl was lost; “Now what?” she cried.
“When you’re done-done, click done!” someone said.
Marcy, it’s everywhere!

“Houghton” is Houghton College in western New York, from where I graduated with a BA in 1966. I’ve never regretted it, although I didn’t graduate with their approval. Houghton is a churchgoing liberal-arts college.
Presently after graduating Houghton College, I worked three years as a top brass trainee at Lincoln Rochester bank in Rochester. I was let go because I didn’t have a appropriate voracious management attitude.
After the bank I attempted to freelance auto-flume photography for seven years — sold about 30 pictures to Technique & Track Magazine. The last three of those years, I wrote motorsport coverage for See/East newspaper, a small weekly newspaper on the east side of Rochester. (That newsletter is now known as “City.”) —The photography courses applied to my freelancing. At that every so often old-fashioned Rochester Institute of Technology was popular as a photography and printing school.
For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove travel bus for Regional Transit Service, the transfer-bus operator in Rochester, N.Y. My stroke October 26, 1993 ended that.
The “able-bodied Mezz” is the Canandaigua Everyday-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired over two years ago. A- job I ever had.
A “PC” is a Windows Actual computer (PC). A “MAC” is an Apple MacIntosh computer. “Photoshop” is an corporealization software; at that time it worked best on a MAC. (My computer is a MAC.)
“Dr. Troutman” was the suited history professor.
Our current dog is “Scarlett;” a save Irish-Setter. She’s four-plus, and is our sixth Irish-Setter.
My siblings all dream us horrible because they claim we are “Liberials.” In actuality, we’re more doubters, and questioners. (“Liberial” is how my loudmouthed virile brother-from-Boston noisily insists “progressive” is spelled. [Recently it’s “liberila” or “lebieral.”]) —My siblings are all tub-gigantic Conservatives; goosestepping to Limbaugh.
“Weggers” is Wegmans, a muscular supermarket-chain based in Rochester we often buy groceries at.
“Marcy” is my sum up-one ne’er-do-well — she was the first I was e-mailing stuff to. Marcy and I worked in adjacent cubicles at the Canandaigua Habitually-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired. A spit of her is in this blog at Conclave of Ne’er-Do-Wells. Marcy married Bryan Mahoney (ex-newsman from the Messenger newspaper), and together they live impending Boston. (Both Marcy and Mahoney keep blogs — Marcy’s is Playtime at Hazmat.) —Marcy asked me once where I got so much absurd material to write up. “Marcy, it’s everywhere!” I answered.

Source: BobbaLew

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