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It all happened in 1993, I was 11 years old and in the sixth grade. Back then I remember it being so much easier to write. My teacher Mr. Ingham was one of those grouchy mad at the world kind of people. I wasn’t really too concerned with that except he used to give us extremely difficult homework. I remember he made the entire class by the mini version of Webster’s Dictionary. He was very tough when it came to teaching; his main objective was that his class learned as many elaborate words as possible. Although it did not seem fair at the time, I now thank him every day.
I remember there was this one time he made us keep a journal during the entire period of the semester on that one play by Shakespeare, “The taming of the Shrew”. I think that that was when I first realized the extent and full potential of my vocabulary that was also when I got into writing. Although I had been writing little reports here and there, I had not realized what a gift it was to be able to put words together and write a sentence let alone an essay.
Sometimes I wish it could go back to just tracing letters in the recycled big sheets of paper like w.............
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