I moved to California in 1978. John and his wife Phyllis became my family. They welcomed me and whomever I brought over, a successive series of girlfriends, my future wife, Donna and of course, our children. Their home became our place of warmth and love through successive crises, celebrations and holidays. This blog celebrates and honors my love for them and an investigation of art from a very subjective point of view.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Fifth Period Storytelling
The assignment these days in my Freshman class is to write an autobiographical experience. Some of my students asked about my autobiographical experience. I went home on Friday and looking through my old files I found a story that I had written fifteen years ago. It is about the first time I every saw a magazine of nude pictures. I wrote it 15 years ago when I took a fiction writing class. I read it out loud and then got to some of the juicier parts. I blushed a little, and then I had to skip over some parts, but they didn't know it. They absolutely loved it. One of my students said that it was the best class we ever had. They were thoroughly engaged. I only got half way through when the bell rang. I expect that they will want to hear the rest when we have our next class.
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