Friday, May 29, 2015
Sort of an ode to a writing teacher... I wish I had discovered this fact 'of nourishment' long before my adult years. It would have saved me lots of aggravation and tears in preparation for Mrs. Kibler's Monday morning English class in room 210. Man, don't I wish I could have hidden that woman's red ink pens! I wrote in blue. She chose red. Why was it that when I got my paper back there seemed to be more red than blue on it? This could have been me in 7th Grade. Big difference. He's writing; I was struggling. Getting your thoughts from your brain to the tip of that pencil, pen or keypad is not easy. It seemed to come in ebbs and flows for me. Yet, even on Sunday nights, with lots of Mom's encouragement, the blue lines got filled neatly after a recopy.
That Sunday night grind always got completed, amazingly so.
It was in the books.
Always, Sunday nights I slept soundly.
Thanks to Kibler!