My first

So, here it is.  Looks like I am jumping on the blogging boat. Hey, don't judge me.... I know I am an English teacher and apparently about ten years behind the times, but I'm here and that's all that matters.  Right?

Writing is supposed to be therapeutic. I mean, all of us have those letters we wrote in the most amazingly simple and almost illegible chicken scratch when we were children to our parents after we did something to get ourselves into "the worst day of our lives".  That writing was meant to answer that most important question.... Just how deep is this hole I have dug?  Is it like, a mudhole? Or is it more like the Grand Canyon?  It eased our minds to write those those words of pure suck-up ("Yor the best momy in the wurld") Then left us to sit alone on our rooms agonizing over the severity of the consequence that may be coming our way.  And who could forget the pain of wondering if that cute kid who sat in the third row across from you in Mrs. Brown's class liked you back.  So to squelch the agony of the unknown, you wrote a letter expressing your undying devotion in the hopes that he (or she) would "check yes" (i.e "Do you want to be my girlfriend/boyfriend" "Check yes or no").  As we eased into high school and college, it seems that simple need for writing to fulfill an emotional need went away.  Replaced with a hatred... oh yes, for most I mean hatred, not dislike, not disapproval.... a sincere hatred as we were forced into blisters and callouses over the most mundane note-taking and essay writing found.  And there you have it.  The evolution of the human writing experience, from need to hate.  Okay, well maybe I abbreviated it just a tad, but you get the picture.


Regardless, as I have found myself at a crossroads of life, I think that the need to get one's thoughts on paper (okay.... computer for those living in the 21st century) is an ever present one.  I see getting these thoughts out as a way to manage them and work through them instead of having them all swirling around in my head like a tornado or something. I mean, there's only so much room up in that gourd of mine you know?  I have to make room :-)
So, here it will be.  My journey.  On the world wide web.  For all to see. And judge.
Oh boy..... Why did Al Gore have to invent the internet :-/

**For any of my former or current students.... Understand that some grammatical rules were and will be harmed in the making of this blog.  I maintain that doing so is simply to preserve the artistic integrity of my musings :-) Happy writing!!!!