Robert Niemski
Stories (2/0)
A Flute Of Merlot
His name was Willow Smithers, a strong Scotsman. He stood over the grave of his late wife, Molly, shoveling in dirt atop her casket. He did this with a heart heavy with sorrow, each shovelful signifying a farewell. He wasn't rich, but he scraped together enough money to give her a proper send off.
By Robert Niemski3 years ago in Humans
A Head For Numbers
I was never a genius - my IQ would fall somewhere between 65 and 100, but people respected and admired me for what they termed my "head for numbers". I admit: even though I remember most things such as my business or telephone numbers, as well as those of others, some are more difficult for me to retain. Still, I was stumped when - according to my mother's prediction - kids my age and my college year were queuing up outside my door to assist them with a mathematical problem. Mathematics was not my favorite subject. Nevertheless, I managed to pass every year with flying colors. In any event, I took up a position as a temp in a prestigious school, teaching...what else? Before I accepted the position, I had to do a little refresher course into the more advanced aspects of mathematics.
By Robert Niemski3 years ago in Education