I can’t complain about my entitled cherub. After all, I helped raise her. Plus, it showed me first hand how the nifty tracking feature on my cell phone works. The Cherub could actually tell which store I was in. But, it raises a question…
When I was a teacher, there were two ways to end the class:
Teach until the bell rang, and have the kids scramble to get to their next class in 3 minutes; or
Stop a minute early and let them get ready to leave.
I was known to do both, depending on what I was teaching. But, on the days when we had a minute to spare, my students were charged with making me laugh. A good joke, especially a science joke, was their ticket out of my room before the bell. (That was actually frowned upon, but the kids never went too far because they were listening to the others jokes.)
But there were rules. (Of course there were rules. We were in school.) No profanity. Nothing derogatory, sexist, racists, blond-ist, etc. Here’s a few I jotted down in case I ever needed them.
Here is my unsolicited advice for freshmen starting high school. (Freshmen, listen up!)
Keep a tight rein on your freshmen.
Parents, your kid may look more mature and responsible than ever—and s(he) could very well be—but the beginning of the school year is not the time to extend latitude.
Have you been given any great advice on writing fiction, or do you have any to impart?
The people who like the same things you do will like your work. The people who have different preferences than you will prefer other types of work than yours. Your job is to figure out how to get your book into the hands of like-minded readers, and not take it personally if someone doesn’t prefer it.
My mom says I’m the only person she knows who likes to pull up her roots and move.