Post 1476. Monday March 13
This week we are writing to our favourite teacher.
Dear Mr Jones
I hated school. I had no interest in learning, which is why I left with no qualifications.
You tried so hard to persuade me how richer life is when you lose yourself in good books. Mind you, I’m not sure that studying Richard the Second by the immortal bard was ever going to get me reading a good crime novel! I failed English Lit miserably.
You tried even harder to teach me grammar. I failed that too. The only grammar I was interested in my Grannie!
Forty years after leaving school I read my first book. I liked it. Then I read another and another. I thought I’d have a go at writing, and found myself more articulate than ever I thought before (Sorry, that sentence is a bit clumsy!)
I’m in my eleventh year of blogging now and I've received a quarter of a million hits. I’ve written around fourteen hundred short stories and poems, and self-published a couple of paperbacks.
What I am trying to say is that something must have got lodged in my brain during the five long years you tried teaching me. For that, I am eternally grateful. Thankyou.