Like many teachers on summer vacation, I’m in the middle of deep cleaning my house and purging accumulated household clutter.
Yesterday, I came across a red folder that my mom had sent me awhile ago. In it, I found some of my EARLY poetry. My best guess is it’s from middle school based off grammatical/mechanical/capitalization errors, ridiculous penmanship techniques, and the yellowed tinted loose leaf.
Because I feel like embarrassing myself this week, please take a gander.
Who the hell was I writing this poem about? Why did I think it was cool to make circles above my i’s? Did I think that dreams and stars flew back then?
What’s a “cleary”? And if I was trying to make cleary happen, I should have at least capitalized it. Jeeze, middle school Mrs. Ram Jam, you should know the difference between your and you’re. Why are there c’s beneath every y and g? Those lower case e’s look like backward threes. Ugh. My mother never let me stay out all night with a boy whilst in middle school. What the hell.
P.S. Why am I obsessed with Orion?
Now, I’d peg these two as from high school (Check out the evolution of my scribing skills, y’all!), and they’re not gag inducing mushy gushy, so that’s a plus.
Whew, I’m glad that’s over with.
I know that I wrote some delightful poems growing up (THESE ARE NOT THEM; I PROMISE. I CAN SENSE YOUR JUDGEMENT, DAMMIT). When I go visit my mom in a few weeks, I’m totally going to hunt the awesome ones down and put them on blast for personal vindication.