{"id":768,"date":"2005-03-04T18:50:21","date_gmt":"2005-03-04T18:50:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/?p=768"},"modified":"2005-03-04T18:50:21","modified_gmt":"2005-03-04T18:50:21","slug":"remembrance_of","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/?p=768","title":{"rendered":"Remembrance Of Things Past"},"content":{"rendered":"

A friend of mine e-mailed me in French a few days ago after reading about my desire to polish my language skills. I wrote back in French and found myself remembering words and rules of grammar I hadn’t thought about since college. It’s funny how the brain holds onto things that were drilled into it years ago. I guess I owe that to my high school French teacher, Mr. L. The man had an atrocious accent, but he made damn sure we could conjugate the imparfait <\/em>form of être. French class was usually at the end of the day, which seemed appropriate because I usually had a lot of fun in that class. It never felt much like work. But to be honest, I had other reasons for liking French class. And that reason was named Hannah S. Hannah was the first girl for whom I felt a full-force, five-alarm, Defcon 1 crush. Hannah was all that and a bag of chips. Intelligent, beautiful, funny. Hannah had a twin sister, but I never noticed her twin that much. Hannah and I became friends through some various after-school activities, but my heart always seemed to thump a little more loudly whenever she was near. We even ended up going to the same college. In my freshman year in college, I decided that it would be a most excellent idea to send her a love poem I had written specifically for her. It was the most god-awful thing ever to disgrace the paper on which it was written. Imagine the worst love poem you’ve ever read and multiply its cringe-worthiness by a factor of a hundred. I never did find out whether it amused or horrified her because I was too chickenshit to go up and ask her. We settled into separate social circles in college and I never saw her again after she graduated a year ahead of me. The last I heard, she was actually married and living in Paris.
\nI haven’t thought of Hannah in years. I told you the brain works in funny ways.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A friend of mine e-mailed me in French a few days ago after reading about my desire to polish my language skills. I wrote back in French and found myself remembering words and rules of grammar I hadn’t thought about since college. It’s funny how the brain holds onto things that were drilled into it […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-768","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-1-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9Iwau-co","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=768"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=768"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=768"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the19thfloor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=768"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}