I Googled myself and found ... reviews!
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I've been working on a movie review assignment for my AP Spanish class. Each student is watching a film from their Spanish-speaking country of interest and writing a movie reviews. (I offered them the opportunity to videotape their reviews. When I told them they could be like Siskel and Ebert in Spanish, their blank stares reminded me of how freakin' old I am.) I had the idea of sharing a review of the movie "Erin Brockovich " that I wrote (in English) so long ago that I don't even remember where I lived when I wrote it. I typed my own name into Google and found several reviews I'd written in the early 2000s. Back in the day, I really wanted to write reviews. I got my feet wet with a few reviews of books, movies and restaurants. I loved getting free books and relished the idea of eating on someone else's dime. I dreamed of getting into movies and concerts without paying the hefty ticket prices and of having a free CD collection so large that I would