I know I'm not an expert in the English language, I wish I was...but I'm not. My writing strengths are in my imagination and capturing a story...but I have to work hard at the editing and grammar side of things. I have to restudy syntax and all those other grammar related words when I come across them!
I had a fantastic English teacher in High School...full of vivid enthusiasm and passion for the subject, and I loved English. I was inspired and encouraged then he left and was replaced by an eternally dull pedant who made it her place to tell me, in no uncertain terms, that my work was not as good as I thought it was. She then proceeded to mark me down every opportunity she had. For a while I felt crushed and rebellious, and perhaps my fifteen-year-old self would blame her for my rejection of sixth form.
I feel that I missed out when I see so many writers with degrees and writing qualifications, and I wish I'd chosen to study further. I truly have no idea why I didn't. I had a place in sixth form and top marks in English and Art, but I found myself a full-time job in the Summer holidays and that was it! No one tried to change my mind and I got no opposition to work. I feel very strongly these days about my own children completing their education and I encourage them purposefully to take their A-levels, so it surprises me that my own parents didn't protest at my decision to leave school, but leave at sixteen I did. I often wonder what direction my life would have taken if I'd done things differently. I did eventually get an A-level in English at evening classes, but I'm afraid my result wasn't my best...I was too busy meeting my husband and falling in love!
Recently on Facebook someone posted a link and when I read it, I grinned and thought: I wish I'd been taught like this... a few simple lessons with visuals and humour...might have made it stick better!
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