You marvel at how quick your opinion on writing has changed in just a few short days. Ever since you were old enough to compile sentences to express thought, you have been finding excuses not to write. Your not going to learn. What the sense? You'll just get beaten further down the hole of failure and disgrace. But that opinion changed on day in your Sophomore year of High School.
You just compiled a 20 line poem for your English class. You unfavorably choose the poem over a ten page story thinking the poem would be shorter. Oh, how wrong you were. You passed the poem in with a slight feeling of accomplishment, but wasn't about to get your hopes up for a wonderful grade. Things you were sure of in the past never worked out, why should this assignment be any different?
The fated day arrived when you were to receive your assignment back with the dreaded grade. You internal prepared yourself for the c- you were so positive you were going to receive for your hours of hard work. You watched Ms. McMillian walk around the room handing back work; you listened to the other students sighs of agony or pleasure. You watched Ms. McMillian as she walked through the line of desks to yours, turning your head to face your desk before she placed your paper on your desk. You heard her walk away. You slowly lifted your head to look at your poem entitled 'Championship'. There is no red marks on the first page, so you flip to the last page. There, right at the bottom, in Ms. McMillian's hasty scribbles is your grade and, oh no! She left a comment! You forget about the grade and immediately start reading the comment.
The comment said, "This was really good Rene'. You showed a knowledge of understanding for this style poem and followed through with your topic. Great job! I also liked the drawing of the cardinal. So cute." You glance quickly at your grade, a 96. That is the best grade you have received for writing. A sense of wonderful accomplishment washed over you as you decide that you can write, and that you are going to try even harder.
Since that blissful day, you tried very hard to reach new heights in writing. Also, you decided to not wait until 9 o'clock the night before the paper was due to write it. Your encounter with Ms. McMillian in Sophomore year of High School was the stepping stone to your writing interest.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Gee, nice story. Or, even better: "This was really good, Rene'. You showed a knowledge of understanding for this style assignment and followed through with your topic. I'd give you an even higher grade if only you'd shown me that picture of the cute cardinal."
Post a Comment