Lost Journals

I was chatting with my mom today about my fear of Zelda Rouillard. I'm not sure how we got on the topic. I trace my fear back to my high school senior AP English teacher, Mrs. Spiker. That woman hated me! She claimed that I had no understanding of the English language because I was a poor speller. I realized a few weeks into the class that she was nearly blind and I invested in one of those pocket spelling thingys that look like a calculator. I never failed another test and she never the wiser. Being severely dyslexic doesn't bode well for English students.

I hold Mrs. Spiker and Bill King in the same esteem. Both of them told me I'd never become a writer. People like that suck and shouldn't be allowed to teach.