What thoughts come to your mind when you read that word? I’m sure many of us can call to mind certain teachers who were especially memorable; some for good reasons, and others not so much. Today as I thought of a poem I’d like to share with you, a clear image of one of my high school English teachers came to mind. My first impression of her was that of an extremely particular lady who gave tons of homework. By the end of high school, she was a dear friend.
This English teacher constantly had us writing: free writing journals every day, grammar practice, responses to writing prompts, you name it. She is the person responsible for me having legible cursive handwriting. Oh, the frustration of writing twenty perfectly spelled words, and then having points counted off my grade just because a letter F did not loop the right way or a letter A was not completely “closed” at the top! I was thankful throughout college and adulthood, though, for my quick, neat handwriting. (Sadly, now that I use a keyboard most of the time, I am losing my handwriting skills. It’s so much faster and easier to type!)
I believe the most fun we a had in her classes was memorizing, reciting, writing, and analyzing poetry. Out of the dozens of poems I studied during two years in her classes, here is one I can still recite from memory because of its imagery and message:
The Road Not Taken