Doreen Michele

I learned to read before I started kindergarten and I was in gifted programs of some type starting as early as first or second grade. In eighth grade, I took Algebra. That was advanced placement because it was typically offered starting in ninth grade. I probably took Geometry in ninth grade, Algebra II in tenth grade and Advanced Algebra - Trigonometry in eleventh grade. In eleventh grade at age sixteen, I was inducted into Mu Alpha Theta. Those are the Greek letters for M A TH.  Mu Alpha Theta is a college level math honor society. You must be in college level math and maintain certain grades. I don't remember anymore if it's for just the math class or overall or both. Eleventh grade was the earliest you could be inducted at that time. Our chapter of Mu Alpha Theta at my high school tutored once a week I think. For an hour after school, anyone in our high school could drop by and get free help from one of the local math geeks. One girl was probably officially low IQ. No one e...

I currently have over three dozen topical blogs. I no longer have a personal blog per se, but this body of writing grows out of my point of view as an individual.  It grows out of my experiences as a military dependent growing up, as a military wife after I was an adult where life worked as long as I and my husband played our role as a cog in the military machine, and it grows out of me trying to make my life work post-divorce. I sometimes joke that the US military is like a communist country.  That isn't some kind of political criticism. It's just to say that while so many Americans struggle with the high cost of housing and trying to afford medical care, military members and their dependents get a lot of those basics covered by the military in a way that moves a lot of issues out of their way. As a military wife, I never had to wonder if I could afford to see a doctor or take my kids to see a doctor. I saw a doctor if I thought medical care was in order. Period. I didn't ...

At age twenty, it finally came out that I had gotten secretly married the year before and my husband had finally joined the military like he said he would and he would be starting basic training shortly.  I very suddenly had a job and an apartment almost immediately with minimal effort on my part after years of failing to arrange to move out on my own. My parents fixed me up with a job, helped me get an apartment and may have moved my furniture for me while I was at work.  Prior to that, I had been job hunting, without good results, having dropped out of college to avoid committing fraud on the financial aid forms my father filled out or inform him I was technically married. But I didn't know how to job hunt and no one was really helping me figure it out. In contrast, I got endless help with homework and establishing good study habits and my dad filled out the financial aid paperwork for college -- not all parents do that. I and a friend tried to come up with her tuition out o...

Uh, oh. I made a clean spot here. It's a cute scene in the movie Aliens with Ripley -- a mom whose child grew up and died while she was in deep sleep for space travel -- and Newt, a little girl and the only survivor of something terrible. Social stuff doesn't really work that way. If you participate in a sick system, no one accidentally ends up clean. I don't really need to tell you the Internet has deteriorated in my lifetime and efforts to monetize this cool futuristic thing is a huge part of why. We have words for that, including enshittification , and everyone knows common sayings like "If you aren't the customer, you're the product." I'm a big fan of Google. This site is hosted by one of their products and when the Internet was younger, AdSense probably worked well for some people. It never worked well for me. I never had adequate traffic to turn that into something resembling an adequate income for my work. I write about topics that are inherentl...

I was probably eighteen years old. I say that because this conversation happened in my friend's car and that most likely means she had picked me up to take me to college. My dad was twelve years older than my mom and when they first got together, he would go to the field for his job and  put his car on blocks before leaving. She didn't have a driver's license. So she took classes and got her license while he was gone and then years later their son  had a driver's license the nanosecond he turned sixteen and their daughters both physically moved out and owned a vehicle before getting a license because in some ways my family is the most sexist pig that ever did pig. So when I was eighteen, my mother gave gas money to a friend who lived nearby to take me to school with her rather than, you know, get me a driver's license. And that explanation is an example of how my mind organizes information: We had this conversation in her car, so I was probably eighteen because REA...

All y'all is a Southern expression inclusive of myriad groups of peoples. Y'all is just plural to distinguish it from singular you. I'm struggling here to explain it because historically English had thee and thou but that wasn't singular versus plural you. It was intimate versus formal you. Tu in French is a close friend or similar. Vous is someone you don't know well. The word they can be used in singular form as a gender neutral version of he or she if being gender neutral matters more than grammatical agreement on singular versus plural. It's generally less awkward than trying to use the word one  which sounds stiff and formal and folks don't much use that construction. In the South, generally speaking: You = just one person that I'm speaking to. Y'all = a group of folks I'm addressing who likely identify as a group, such as members of the same family or members of the football team. All y'all  = a group of groups, inclusive of many dem...