First of all, I need to post more. I should promise a post a week. Therefore, if I miss a post, I shall be branded a liar and sentenced to a week in the village stocks. Oh, the ridicule I would have to endure! Although, the experience could be something to write about. People like to read about failure, no?
I'm a horrible writer. I've known since I was a wee little boy in elementary school. My stories were one-dimensional, featuring characters that woke up, brushed their teeth, ate breakfast, and did things that any average homo sapien sapien would do on a bright, sunny summer day. Writing was never in the scope of my plans-for-the-future radar. I scoffed when my parents suggested that I become an author when I was little. Writing? Hah! I might as well be an astrophysicist (sadly, that never worked out)!
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| I didn't really look like that, in case you were wondering. |
My writing continued to disappoint me throughout my primary schooling. I was never taught proper grammar. Of course, I was taught basic grammar in elementary school. A period here and a comma there. Semicolons? Colons? You'll learn how to use those in middle school, my teacher said. Great! Hello Ms. Middle School Teacher, I'm ready for my grammar lesson! Oh, how I was shot down! Dear, you should have learned your grammar in elementary school. But, stay tuned, you might learn some advanced grammar in high school, cute little prepubescent boy. I wish I knew how to roll my eyes back then.
(To my english teachers. I may be exaggerating a little bit. Y'all were awesome. I merely critiquing the state and city curriculum.)
