My Books

Recently, I asked some childhood classmates who their favorite teacher was. Wouldn't you know that over half of them listed the teacher I hated! I know, that seems like a harsh word, but she screamed at my ineptitude, asked me questions I simply could not answer, and while my classmates listened from their desks, she had a yelling fit, in the hallway, when my mom tried to defend my honor.

They may have loved her, but her class was my hell. 

And, it was the class that was the most important to my life; High School English. I didn't flunk, but I sure as heck didn't grasp much of it. Stress brain is not conducive to learning.

I imagine now what that teacher would think if she saw the words fly out of my keyboard, the praises they raise, the typos, grammatical errors, the love. I'd like to say I have softened in my opinion of her, but I have not. I hear her critical voice and hope no other child hears one like it. 

Yet, I do I honor her for being a woman so many of my friends admired. Surely they can't all be wrong.

I tell you all of this so you know that my writing is a wonder to me, and something I hope you will enjoy, even if you must skip over the errors to find the point of it all.