I was eleven and my mother was the secretary to the Dean of Students for Fayetteville State Teachers College. My mother attended and "earned" an associates degree in Secretarial Science. She was old, not old old but too old for college. Already the mother of five children that she did not want when she finally marched.
Any way, I found her textbook on shorthand , read it and taught myself. I must have mastered it because when I showed my mother what I had learned she grabbed my work balled it up, threw it away. Threw the book away too.
Jealous! What a slut! I shrugged it off, just par for the course. No, she was not always mean to me thank GOD. There were many times Martha was actually fun, caring, loving, seemingly.
All put on. No one could ever be that greedy and wicked and have one positive attribute sincerely. Words! Mouth! A put on. Martha Jane Walters never ever cared about anyone but herself. We should have known. Too many foul deeds. Far too many unexplained acts of savage brutality. Of course she murdered her daddy. What could we expect?
I remember my mother's first day as the Dean's secretary. She came home excited, gleeful. The Dean of Student's office had an Emergency Loan Fund reserved for students that fell on hard times. I will never forget how my mother spent every penny. Quite a size able sum at the time.
The entire time my mother served as secretary the students in need could never get any money because old greedy selfish Mathy made sure she spent every cent and never paid it back.
So, why did Mathy throw the shorthand book away? Because she never learned it. Tell me how does one claim an associates degree in secretarial science and never learn shorthand? Color! According to my mother Fayetteville State just gave her a degree because she was born "yalla".
"Come ye out from among them."
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