There is a teacher who set your attitudes about language. You probably don’t know his or her name. In my case, it was Ms. Laurel Piippo at Kennewick High School (Washington State, USA).She once joked how something I wrote was so bad that her black wig wanted to jump off and hide in the toilet. Click To Tweet
Once, she loaded us up in a school bus for the 4 hour drive to the Seattle Opera’s Tosca. She was notorious for copy editing the local paper, Tri-City Herald, after it hit the streets. She had significant influence on me, and indirectly caused me to become an Engineer.
On my graduation class (Kennewick 69) Facebook group page, I ask the following.
Did you really listen to Ms. Piippo in English? What stories can you tell? Comment on why each one of these is funny.
For those who missed Shirley Toth’s earlier notice, here is her Obit.
She once joked how something I wrote was so bad that her black wig wanted to jump off and hide in the toilet. Not exactly a nurturing approach for a severe introvert. She and a couple of English profs in college channeled my future into plan B, become an Engineer. There, my desire to write, present, and practice was encouraged. I was sent to writing courses, even in my first job. Successive generations of management provided encouragement to publish, because most companies, while not the paper-mills of the Academic elite, understand that having the company’s name in front of the proceeding’s and journal’s readers was a good thing.
Thus the craft evolved. And with nary a nay from colleagues or ‘experts.’ One day, I decided to embrace the other side of High School English. One day, I decided to embrace the other side of High School English. The 'feel' of the language. Click To Tweet Despite of letting myself be driven out of writing, I decided that it was time to fully embrace Plan A. I’m now writing. Four #matryoschka.com #novels completed in stages of editing/submittal and five short stories that I’m noodling with collaborators.