Danh ngôn của Rory Bremner
My first public impression was my French teacher, Derek Swift.
My first public impression was my French teacher, Derek Swift.
Ấn tượng đầu tiên của tôi trước công chúng là giáo viên tiếng Pháp của tôi, Derek Swift.
Tác giả: Rory Bremner | Chuyên mục: Teacher | Sứ mệnh: [7]
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- Like millions of Scots, I've agonised over whether to go for independence or remain with the Union.
- When I think back to my childhood, it's with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. I was always forgetting things. My mum called me scatty because I could never sit still. But there was no sense I was suffering from a medical condition as such.
- Scotland needs comedy more than ever. With the independence debate, finally after 300 years, reaching room temperature.
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- My father, I think he played percussion in high school. My mother played piano when she was very young, but only for a brief while. I don't think she had a great teacher. In any case, neither of them were really into music at a young age.
- In high school, my English teacher Celeste McMenamin introduced me to the great novels and Shakespeare and taught me how to write. Essays, poetry, critical analysis. Writing is a skill that was painful then but a love of mine now.
- Christine Bass was my high school music teacher. She took a program on its last legs and within a few years turned into one of the best programs in the country. Our high school dominated national choir competitions all through her 20-plus year tenure.
- My dad is a chemical engineer, and my mom was a teacher. They were pretty serious about education, but I always thought about things a little bit differently.
- Doo-wop is the true music to me, man. Doo-wop was what nurtured me and grew me into who I am, and I guess even when I was in school, the teacher probably thought I had ADD or something every day, because I'd be beating on the desks, singing like the Flamingos or the Spaniels or Clyde McPhatter or somebody.