It was this way from kindergarten through college, where it was finally appreciated. Every teacher, almost without fail, complained that I talked too much in class.
This is from my Grade 10 report card which I recently unearthed at my parents’ house.
Later when I got Mr. Barker for typing class, I found it much more enjoyable. I became an excellent typist. He was a more compelling teacher. Miss Marquis taught French and once I left high school I continued my French studies by correspondence and aced those classes. So although my reputation as a Chatty Cathy served me well in my chosen field, looking back I now believe that opportunities to visit existed because the teachers weren’t keeping my attention. Meet me in the smoking area after class and I’ll tell you more about it.