an apology

school was usually pretty easy for me. for some reason, my friends and i seemed to be able to get through school with ease and have time for lunches at yenchim and nights at java joe's or mikey's. (okay, we might have been nerds but so what?) we would memorize vocab during break for our english quizzes, do our trig homework in class while the teacher was getting settled, and pass notes in AP US History.

but as i sat at work this morning trying to think of what to blog about, i remembered the one thing i hated in school. like absolutely dreaded. creative writing. my achilles heel! how i loathed it. mr. pacilio would torture me as he assigned us an original short story assignment. and mr. mosher must have been able to feel the death rays shoot out of my eyes when he told us we had to write our own poems. man, i hated creative writing. the only thing i might have hated more was public speaking. oh, who am i kidding? i definitely hated public speaking more. but that's another blog entry.

my creative writing was atrocious and i cringe thinking about how my favorite teachers had to read such drivel and thank god that in our peer reading groups, our names were taken off our assignments. i never could understand why i was such an awful creative writer. well, i obviously know that it's because i'm not very creative and not very imaginative, but why are some people? sadly, the creative people and the ones who wrote great short stories didn't get A's in school and didn't get high school honors and didn't go to Stanford. too bad for them i guess. or i guess i should say too bad for YOU because you're stuck reading my crappy unoriginal, uninteresting, blog entries. sorry.