The subject of ears seemed to come up a lot. Maybe it was because we spent so much time seated in crowded classrooms with our hands folded on the desk in front of us. Or because we had such an incurable penchant for doing things, in school and elsewhere, that required a grown-up to respond with a stern lecture. The ears were often the first stop for sensory input on the way to the brain. And speaking directly to the ears about the ears increased the chances of comprehension.
That was the premise, anyway.
In one ear and out the other was a frequent complaint, a dismissive analysis of our collective lack of skill at processing most new information. This phrase was meant to suggest that there was no brain between those ears, no chance of interpreting what had just been said with any kind of accuracy. But for me…
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