Hey Ami: I’m starting to wonder how many other writers faced similar experiences with their teachers growing up.]]>
I, too, was never really encouraged by my english teachers. One in particular called my story about a girl on a rocket unimaginitive fluff. It might have been derivative, I’m not sure. I had loved writing it, and it came from my fantasies. I was 14. She said I shouldn’t be writing about adventures in space, but about real things. I figured I just wasn’t cut out to be a writer, then.
Though I didn’t hate English, nor they me, I just thought I’d be doing science instead. It wasn’t until a creative writing class in college, taken after scribbling much bad poetry all over my calculus worksheets, that I realized this was ‘my calling’. I loved it. People loved what I wrote and class members told me I should be doing it. The teacher still wasn’t enthusiastic, though.
Great post! :^)]]>