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sorchawench) wrote2011-12-29 10:17 pm
sorchawench) wrote2011-12-29 10:17 pm
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Tribute
We've had a bit of a vacation this last week or two with LJ Idol. Gary offered up some free topics last week, but I was too busy with family to write on them before the deadline was up. Today though he posted a new topic. Write an entry inspired by/as a tribute to the person or people who taught you the love of reading, and writing.
I initially didn't think I'd write an entry at all, figuring it would be a typical entry about how my parents influenced me with bedtime stories or about how the few teachers I loved instilled a great love of reading. But after a moment of thinking I thought about the 3rd group of people who were the greatest influence in my life, as far as being a reader went.
The bullies.
I doubt that those people knew what an impact they made in my life as a reader and future writer, but I have to admit to myself that they were an influence. From the early days of my youth through my teen years I kept my head buried in a book, as a defense mechanism against the hurled insults and barely veiled threats
Every day I would wait at the bus stop, book clutched firmly in my hands, stomach in knots. Waiting for that yellow harbinger of doom and despair. I would spend the 60 minute ride to school reading and daydreaming fantastical stories where I was the heroine and immune to such petty nastiness as mere bullies could dream up.
I was a bookworm. It was my defense in those days. I always had my head in the clouds because earth was so damned depressing.
Looking back now I have to thank those kids who bullied me. Without them I would never have met the friends I did between the pages of a book.
I initially didn't think I'd write an entry at all, figuring it would be a typical entry about how my parents influenced me with bedtime stories or about how the few teachers I loved instilled a great love of reading. But after a moment of thinking I thought about the 3rd group of people who were the greatest influence in my life, as far as being a reader went.
The bullies.
I doubt that those people knew what an impact they made in my life as a reader and future writer, but I have to admit to myself that they were an influence. From the early days of my youth through my teen years I kept my head buried in a book, as a defense mechanism against the hurled insults and barely veiled threats
Every day I would wait at the bus stop, book clutched firmly in my hands, stomach in knots. Waiting for that yellow harbinger of doom and despair. I would spend the 60 minute ride to school reading and daydreaming fantastical stories where I was the heroine and immune to such petty nastiness as mere bullies could dream up.
I was a bookworm. It was my defense in those days. I always had my head in the clouds because earth was so damned depressing.
Looking back now I have to thank those kids who bullied me. Without them I would never have met the friends I did between the pages of a book.
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(My grandpa always told the story of how when he was sent as a 13-14 year old to work on a ranch, living with the cowboys, he was going to school and they made him memorize poetry, in those days. He was lying on his bunk trying to learn the poetry when the cowboy foreman, who was this big jerk of a guy, asked him what he was doing. Granpa told him and the foreman said Ha! Poetry! I never learned any poetry and look how far I've gotten! At which point Granpa thought, if the difference between you and me is learning poetry, I'm going to learn my poetry... ;) Same idea, different generation. ;)
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Wonderfully said. I did this, too, and thanked people from the past that had a negative impact on me within the past days. It was very freeing (sp?). :)
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Good one
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I love how you pointed out that bad things can lead to good!
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