My memories about heaven are and will always be intricately linked with idioms (...and countless other things). In fact, I won't be too wide of the mark if I say, that learning and practicing idioms was one of the most fun chapters of our life in heaven though now those memories have faded down with time. So I thought I will take a few moments today to take a walk down the memory lane and refresh those loving memories.
I still recall the days when we were introduced to the accent training module - an introduction which led to a landmark commotion and relentless opposition! Before long this module became the central topic of discussion and for all the wrong reasons!
Perhaps the instructor's expectations were not in the ballpark or maybe she threw everyone in at the deep end or maybe she got into everyone's nerves or perhaps it was a combination of all those factors making everyone else a bundle of nerves when confronted by her. Whatever the reason maybe, she just couldn't cut the mustard. This of course took the wind out of our sails since me and Rads had a pretty open mind and were enjoying the lessons. However, amidst the chaos we were determined to make hay while the sun shines, so we continued to work on developing a precocious expertise in idioms and as a result we were pretty much on the ball in the class. But where accent was concerned it was a whole new ball game for us too and we just couldn't keep the ball rolling.
Eventually, following vitriolic criticism and social upheaval, the training module came to an abrupt end much to the disappointment of me and Rads. But then all good things must end...
Life is short and time is swift, so we have happily moved on to much greener pastures-away from idioms and into blogging. Nonetheless idioms will always be a big part of us and we will always look back on those times with happiness.
I still recall the days when we were introduced to the accent training module - an introduction which led to a landmark commotion and relentless opposition! Before long this module became the central topic of discussion and for all the wrong reasons!
Perhaps the instructor's expectations were not in the ballpark or maybe she threw everyone in at the deep end or maybe she got into everyone's nerves or perhaps it was a combination of all those factors making everyone else a bundle of nerves when confronted by her. Whatever the reason maybe, she just couldn't cut the mustard. This of course took the wind out of our sails since me and Rads had a pretty open mind and were enjoying the lessons. However, amidst the chaos we were determined to make hay while the sun shines, so we continued to work on developing a precocious expertise in idioms and as a result we were pretty much on the ball in the class. But where accent was concerned it was a whole new ball game for us too and we just couldn't keep the ball rolling.
Eventually, following vitriolic criticism and social upheaval, the training module came to an abrupt end much to the disappointment of me and Rads. But then all good things must end...
Life is short and time is swift, so we have happily moved on to much greener pastures-away from idioms and into blogging. Nonetheless idioms will always be a big part of us and we will always look back on those times with happiness.
Luv this post chaths! Brings back so many good memories where we were swimming in idioms! Come hell or high water we were having a whale of a time weren't we? :) Come to think of it, I think we still are!
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