And this is the moment I realize there is a serious glitch in my choice of career.
I can score all the A’s I want in my college courses, but that will never retract the social awkwardness I have when saying hi to a fellow teacher walking down the hall.
“Hi how are you?” Mrs. Lazarus greets me politely.
“Good I am.” I stutter back.
Perhaps I’m coming down with a case of the Yoda’s. Whatever the issue, this only inflates my desire to become a professional writer. In the solitude of my own four walls, I never have to greet my pen before using it.