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.