It’s been a while since I was in senior English class. I’m not exactly sure how I made the AP class. 2 reasons I wanted AP English, 1). We didn’t have to journal everyday (and here I am, journaling a lot!) and 2). My friends were taking the class.
I find it odd, a couple of decades later, that I am now writing a lot. Here I am, in the midst of drafting a letter that has far reaching implications. I realize that my path in life has led to many writing opportunities, some chosen BY me and some chosen FOR me. And my path is different from others. That said, I find I’m using English skills on a daily level. Those “30 Days…” words? Still active in my brain. And I often find myself editing my work based on the red marks I’d see from your pen on what I write.
I’m sure you’d still find plenty to correct in my writing. And I never quite understood grammar all that much (another reason to take AP English, it was assumed that you already knew a lot about grammar usage!). Thanks for your many years of teaching. You might remember me as the pizza eating guy. Or the Sugar Babies that Steve and I tossed to each other during class. Or maybe not at all. But, your influence runs deep into everything I end up writing.
Thanks.
