My fabulous scholastic life can only be spoken of in vague hints this week, as as it does nothing to Boost my Ego. However, there are two events, or, rather, two type of events, that happened to me that I would like to mention.
As the title suggests, the first one is "Class Readings". By which I do not mean ME reading my writing to OTHERS. For the love of God, no. Nuh uh. I hate public speaking the way cats hate water, the way vampires hate the sun, and the way politicians hate the unvarnished truth. Point me to a podium and you're pointing me to a torture sentence worth of Torquemada. I'll do all of my speaking in private, alone, thanks.
Um.
Yeah.
No, what I'm talking about is having a teacher decide that a story I've written was good enough to read in front of class. I've mentioned this happening once before; it is is, after all, the reason I started on the road to being a writer.
However, there was a second time where I had a story read to the class. It was two pages in length and on "Frankenstien." One of my Senior year homework assignments. When we got it, I chuckled to myself and whipped up a cross between Shelley and Lovecraft. Fun, fun story; I wish I still had a copy.
Unfortunately, my teacher decided to read the best of the bunch to the class. Unfortunately, mine was among the best. Unfortunately, I was not sick that day...
My God, was that was embarrassingng. I thought I was going to die.
Afterwards, the entire class told me how good it was. Which keeps me going every now and then.
One of my few A's in that class, too.
'Course, it was one of the few times I actually did my home work...
But I'm not going there today...
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Reminds me of when I was in high school (back around the Hyperborean age as I recall--Conan was a year ahead of me). The creative writing teacher liked my stuff, and wanted to publish it in the school magazine. Cool, I thought.
Until I got a copy. And found a story under my name, using my idea, that had been rewritten enough to completely negate the point of the stupid thing.
It was my first encounter with one of the fearsome elder gods of Hyperborea--the dreaded Editor.
Tough break. I bet it was done to "improve" the work, too... Some people.
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