The last few days I’ve just been sitting here thinking about how I’ve come to truly love writing and then sharing it with all of you. It gives me a peace inside that I never knew it could bring me.
When I was growing up, school was very hard for me, especially English. I would say that English was my very hardest class and then history was next with trying to remember all those little factoids. I can remember right after I graduated high school and I started to attend the local community college, I took their placement test and I was placed into the lowest level English class they offered. I was three classes away from being even able to take English 101. I felt so dumb back then.
That semester I decided to go from the Army Reserves to go on active duty. I left for Ft. Hood, Texas, on March 30, 1994. I didn’t attempt to go back to school for many years and even when I did I stayed away from English classes until I absolutely had to. I took my first college level English class in the fall of 98. I was attending Prairie State College in Chicago Heights, IL, at the time, and when I took their placement test, I was able to jump right into English 101. I’m not sure how I learned enough to get into a college level English class but it sure felt good.
The last English class I took was actually American Lit II. I can truly say I thoroughly enjoyed that class and was even considering taking another English class just for fun. Talk about a total turn around.
It amazes me sometimes how ones life can change so much in such a short (or long) period of time.