Why My Dad Should Get Some Credit For My Writing
I was in 7th grade. I remember getting an assignment about having to write an essay on what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remember rolling my eyes at the teacher’s lack of creativity in choosing an essay topic. I played along and wrote an essay about wanting to be a nurse, doctor, or lawyer, just to make the teacher happy.
I read it out loud to my dad because I knew it was for an important grade, and I really didn’t want to mess it up. I finished reading, and my dad literally said something like, “That’s awful.” I was shocked. “What?!?” I asked him. He went on to tell me things like it was dull, boring, and lacked creativity and imagination. He asked me if I really wanted to be a doctor, lawyer, or nurse. I said to him, “absolutely not.” Then he asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I told him I had no idea. So, he advised me to make something up that was at least creative or interesting.
So…I ended up writing this wildly creative story about how I wanted to be an astronaut because I wanted to taste the cheese on the moon. My dad laughed and laughed, and I was ruined forever as a teacher-pleasing paper writer. I will never forget my teacher getting red in the face and rolling his eyes as he read my paper. He made some weird faces, but then at the end, he laughed and I got an A. I actually think that is the only time I ever saw that man smile.
My Dad might not remember that incident, but I am grateful for his sage advice at a pivotal time in my life.
My Dad has his own blog. Check it out when you have a chance.