S-L-O-W Down

In junior high my algebra teacher told my mom I was a slow mover. I have always perceived that comment as an insult and believed there might be something fundamentally wrong with me for being s-l-o-w. Mind you, he wasn't saying that I was unintelligent, and I was not particularly concerned about that being the juxt of his position. My concern was that it meant that he had discerned what the rest of the world was to soon find out: that I was not effective. Of course, at 12 I didn't have a grasp on what effectiveness is but I knew what it felt like.


But perhaps it is time for me to change my perspective about his choice of adjectives. Check out the new SLOW movement. I've found my calling! I can be their spokesperson!