How a Teacher Reminded Me Why I’m a Writer
Friday, November 14th, 2008On Halloween, my brother and I, in company with my wife and a couple other friends, visited an English teacher we had both had in high school. I took her English class my junior year, and then the next year, I took her creative writing and world mythology class. I came to that class hungry and didn’t leave disappointed. Denise was the advisor of the school literary magazine, and I contributed stories, poetry, and art, as well as serving on the selection and editorial board for the collection.
I hadn’t seen Denise in nearly ten years, though we had emailed a little. She asked us about what is going on, and I told her that I document software for the Church. Denise asked if I enjoy it, and I said yes, and they keep me busy.
She replied knowingly, “Yeah, but technical writing…”
Her response was interesting. Even after nearly a decade, she knew that tech comm hadn’t changed my ultimate career goal. Long before my senior year in high school, I had decided on a career in creative writing. That year, Denise recognized that I wasn’t there for an easy “A,” for a social hour, or to wind down in the final period of the day. I was there because I was interested in the class. She gave me encouragement then, and after all this time, she’s still convinced that I’m cut out for what I’ve wanted to do since the eighth grade.

