Sounds familiar. I had Miss Johnson in 4th grade. It was her first year teaching. She encouraged my creativity—and yes, I had a little boy crush on her. From there I was thrown into the rabid weasel world of He Whose Name Shall Be Wiped From The Earth.
With one exception, titles are the last thing I come up with when I'm writing. That's over 30 times I have no clue what to call the book. My mystery series all start with the word "Deadly" and are two words long. You'd think I could come up with one more word.
Based on your trial titles, methinks your fifth grade teacher was the twin sister of my fifth grade teacher!
It was an especially bad year because my 4th grade teacher, who started us with French, was so warm and inspiring.
Sounds familiar. I had Miss Johnson in 4th grade. It was her first year teaching. She encouraged my creativity—and yes, I had a little boy crush on her. From there I was thrown into the rabid weasel world of He Whose Name Shall Be Wiped From The Earth.
From heaven to hell....it didn't help that at parent/teacher conference my mother unintentionally insulted her.
Oy vey. The retaliation must have been major.
It was, but luckily the 6th grade teacher was an angel by comparison. Balm in Gilead.
I kind of like "The Dumb Year."
I liked them all at one time or another, or at least didn't *dislike* some. :-)
With one exception, titles are the last thing I come up with when I'm writing. That's over 30 times I have no clue what to call the book. My mystery series all start with the word "Deadly" and are two words long. You'd think I could come up with one more word.
Whoa. You beat me out in the changed titles department!
I would love to read this essay.