Blast from the Past Writing

Today in Advanced Writing, we had an in-class writing prompt that brought me back to one of my high school English teachers. I’m not sure how I got there, but it happened. After a couple of pages, I was writing about how much I miss him.

After high school graduation, I ended up visiting his classroom every time I went home. Bearing gifts and stories from BSU, I talked away his free hour. In the spring of ’04, I found out he was retiring. It created a sadness inside me that I couldn’t repair. This meant that I could no longer visit him casually at school. It would be awkward to make a run to his house for a quick chat, wouldn’t it?

Well, I don’t know if he has retired yet. I imagine he has. The last time we spoke was at a baseball game last summer. I didn’t think to ask him. Maybe I should call my old school and find out. Yes. That is exactly what I will do.