A guest teacher tried to teach me moveable Do in the third grade, and I got into a knock-down drag-out fight with her. …Well, I was eight years old. I had no idea what movable Do was, but I thought it was absolutely the biggest crock that you could ever imagine. She chalked an A major scale up on the blackboard and wrote Do Re Me Fa Sol La Ti Do. I exclaimed, “No no no; that’s La Si Do Re Mi Fa Sol La!” She said, “What are you talking about?” And my homeroom teacher rejoined, “Bobby, just let her teach what she wants to teach and keep quiet!”

-Robert D. Levin

I read it here.

2 Comments

  1. Ok, I hate to admit this, but I do have an eight-year-old at home – did anyone else reading this have difficulty resolving “movable Do” (in the first sentence or so) into something meaningful without thinking of…well, excrement? Specifically, dog excrement?

    Just me? Sigh.

    I do love the above story – I’ve never been anywhere near that precocious, but I can still relate somehow.

  2. Hah! Just YOU, Tim. 😉