How To Silence A Child
I've been thinking about this post for months now....only to discover yesterday morning that I actually wrote it on January 29, 1991.
That's right....I covered the exact material I've been pondering 21 years ago. Believe it or not, the story that entry tells covers a problem I still struggle with today. Remember that essay I'm supposed to be writing for you? Every time I sit down to a blank page I flip out a little bit, convinced that what's in my head will never come out as I think it should.
Rather than rewrite, I thought I would just share that journal entry with you.
"What will I write about today? An essay on the evolution of writing assignments. (I'm bored, can you tell?) When I was in the fourth grade, we had creative writing every week. We would be given a topic and enough time to write about it. I used to write really wonderful stories. Unfortunately, when it was time to read for class, I would get shy. I would decide that my story would bore everyone. I couldn't read it correctly with the right accents for effect. To make matters worse, I had troubles deciphering my own handwriting. It was horrible. To this day, the only time I can come up with a good story is when I know that no one else will see my work."
Pretty darn insightful for a 17-year-old, don't you think?
That's right....I covered the exact material I've been pondering 21 years ago. Believe it or not, the story that entry tells covers a problem I still struggle with today. Remember that essay I'm supposed to be writing for you? Every time I sit down to a blank page I flip out a little bit, convinced that what's in my head will never come out as I think it should.
Rather than rewrite, I thought I would just share that journal entry with you.
"What will I write about today? An essay on the evolution of writing assignments. (I'm bored, can you tell?) When I was in the fourth grade, we had creative writing every week. We would be given a topic and enough time to write about it. I used to write really wonderful stories. Unfortunately, when it was time to read for class, I would get shy. I would decide that my story would bore everyone. I couldn't read it correctly with the right accents for effect. To make matters worse, I had troubles deciphering my own handwriting. It was horrible. To this day, the only time I can come up with a good story is when I know that no one else will see my work."
Pretty darn insightful for a 17-year-old, don't you think?
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