My
fourth grade teacher was always enthusiastic in trying to teach us to write.
He’d give us loads of tips that I continue to hear from other people today. Too
bad I really didn’t pay attention to them. Back then, my writing was horrible,
and I really didn’t try to change that. I finished fourth grade and then, he
was no longer my teacher.
For
some reason though, when I was in the fifth grade I decided that I wanted to
improve. I applied something that I had been taught, and for the first time I
got praise for my writing. I wanted to do it again. I continued practicing. I
didn’t churn out masterpieces all of the time, but I did get better. I remember
winning second place in an essay writing competition. True, it was second
place, but my fourth grade self probably wouldn’t have even tried. I wrote
almost everything, poems, short stories, essays, and articles.
All
through that time, while I did get new advice regarding writing, I could link
it all with what my fourth grade teacher taught me so long ago. Ironic, I never
really listened to the man while he was teaching me, and then I pretty much
regarded his words as dogma once he had completely vanished from my life. It's strange how you only realize how much your teachers did for you only when they stop doing it.
What about you though? Who inspired you to start writing? Was it your parents, your teacher, or some other incident entirely?
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