Diametric Pressure

Of the few things from high school that remain on my wall, these are some of my favorites — some tidbits from the lovely people that made up my journalism/yearbook class. The bubble-lettered “wonderful” was written on a critique paper by one of my classmates, who apparently thought that the particular page spread she was looking over was pretty good. The “most likely” awards were a cute thing our advisors did for us. Everyone in the class got two, because there were so few of us. “Most likely to become an English teacher” and “Most likely to write a novel” were ones I was shoo-in for. Both of the advisors were English teachers themselves, and one happened to be my freshman year teacher. She was also my graduation project advisor, for which I wrote a book and sold it to donate proceeds to a scholarship fund in the name of one of my classmates. So far I think every English teacher I have had has told me I would make a great one. It may happen one day, but somehow I doubt it — unless some strange course of events happens and I end up teaching ESL in Korea or something. If that does occur it will likely be informal, since my goal is to translate, not teach. As far as the novel thing goes… I’m working on it. ;)