My mother has been in clean out mode. I’m not sure what spurred her interest of ridding their home of all mementos of my school days…perhaps the fact that I just turned 43 and haven’t been in school under their roof for a quarter of a century. Who knows? Anyway, she’s turned up some gems and I just had to share her most recent find.
These notes were attached to an autobiography I made in fourth grade. It’s funny. I don’t remember this having an impact on me at the time. But some thirty-plus years in the future, as I approach the release of my debut novel, Inherent Truth, it seems clear. A teacher’s words can be prophetic. Maybe I should’ve listened sooner!