TGIF! Another week has flown by again. I feel like I just finish posting one blog update and I have to publish the next one. I really don’t know where times goes some times. We need to add a few more hours to our 24 hour day to get everything done.
Anyway for some time now the whole teacher strike has been on the news and it in a way inspired me to write about the impact one of my teachers in high school made on me. If it wasn’t for Mr. Murray’s creative writing class and for the personal time outside of school hours he took to help me, my poetry wouldn’t have become what it is today.
Back in high school, I used to write for hours every day after school and on weekends. Poetry, short stories, novels, plays, song lyrics: you name it I wrote it. I spent a lot of my time writing poetry and at the time I thought I was writing some pretty excellent stuff. I must confess though I wrote rhyming poetry. I was so proud of my work and I discuss it one day with Mr. Murray after class and he asked me to bring some in for him to take a look at. I was so excited! The next day I dropped off a big stack of all my amazing poems and left him to read them. A couple of days later he called me after class to talk about my poetry. He handed me back my poetry with some red ink notes written over them with some small critiques but the one comment he made that resonated with me so much was… “don’t confine your poetry to rhymes. Most of the time it feels forced and unnatural”. WOW! The thought had never occurred to me to write feel form poetry; in my brain I’d always assumed that poetry meant rhyming. I don’t know if it was all the nursery rhymes I was brainwashed with as a child or too many Dr. Seuss books, but it never dawned on me to focus on the words and not the rhymes. That was my defining moment! From that second onward, I did away with all my rhymes and focused on capturing the essence of the message within the poem. I felt so free to write whatever was in my heart without constraint of trying to find a word to rhyme with the last. It was powerful.
I know I’ve said it before but I will say it again; I was extremely fortunate to have wonderful teachers who took a personal interest in helping me pursue my writing and encouraged me to be better. Childhood is the time we are learning who we are as people, what the world is like and trying to understand how we fit into all of it. The support and direction of teachers makes a world of difference in how our future turns out. If it wasn’t for Duane’s drafting class and teacher, he may never have gone to BCIT to study architectural and building engineering. His drafting teacher saw something in him and encouraged him to pursue it as a career. Duane listened and he loves his job… most of the time. 🙂 My teachers gave me confidence that I did have talent in writing and here I am today… still writing.
As a parent I never want to underestimate the impact teachers will have on my son and the role they will play to help shape his character toward adulthood. I hope one of the outcomes of the teachers versus government battle is smaller classrooms for our children. Education is so important and teachers need the resources to give our children the best learning environment and opportunities they deserve. Thank you to all the teachers fighting to give our children a better education.
As always, thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I appreciate it! Hope everyone gets to enjoy another beautiful weekend.
Until next week,