Just saw this post on Instagram. It reminded me that when I was in grade 6 I had a teacher, Mr. M (yes I remember his full name, but in keeping with the theme of my blog lol) and he took a short story I wrote and just thought it was the bees knees. At first, the whole class was doing some writing assignment about some imaginary thing, I can’t remember the prompt, but it was just a basic short story at first. But for me it somehow turned into something he thought had so much potential and seemed great. I stayed in a few recesses to edit it further than the other kids after they had received their marks back because Mr. M had found some kids short story place to get mine published or something. To be honest, I can’t even remember the big deal about my story. It was some imaginary story about Grover from Sesame Street or something like that. I don’t even know where I came up with the idea, but he told me I had written something with a lot of potential. I remember I had to take some permission slip home for my mom to sign to have him enter it in this paper or journal… I don’t remember the details per say.
All I know, is after all these extra lunch breaks on the computer at the back of the classroom while my friends were out playing, reading and re-reading this story, I finally saw it on a pink flyer. With my name at the bottom. Not as good as my name in lights or anything, but I never wanted to be famous, I only wanted ever to be published. So I guess, technically I am? Those are my words in writing. Distributed to everyone. I don’t think anyone paid for them, which is a dream of mine to, but I guess I should be more specific when I’m dreaming up dreams.
But, Mr. M believed in me. And to know there’s been someone in your life, encouraging you along the way, thinking you could do something with yourself even at such a young age. Well that’s nice to have in the back of your arsenal. I guess if I dug around enough, and put a little effort into my writing, maybe even put a shred of effort into editing these posts for starters, that maybe I could go somewhere these days. But let’s not get to crazy. I wouldn’t want Sesame Street to start calling for legal reasons.
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