A couple of years ago…. and by that I mean like two… my English teacher made us write a poem. We just all thought it was a random assignment and didn’t pass too much remark on it. We had to write a short simple poem on an emotion….or something like that.
Of course most of the class took happy, love, sad…. the usual culprits. They wrote about feelings they watched on tv- not real ones they felt themselves.
I chose Love.
Except…. I didn’t really….
Being sick the past week, and valentines day and what not has reminded me of this story.
But yes…. I wrote about my love for strepsils. I just didn’t use that word.
I can’t remember the poem in full, but it included such gems like;
“I woke up early in a sweat
I couldn’t speak and my eyes were filled with tears
Breathing was hard
But I found you, complete with a cup of tea
You soothed me and helped me sleep again ”
Let’s not bring up how cringe it was.
So anyway that happened and I submitted my joke of a homework.
However, my teacher didn’t think it was a joke and called me up after class.
Yes, I was scared. Yes, she could probably smell my fear.
But actually, she asked me how did I write such a moving piece about love. This was also said hinting slighty that I cheated. She also asked me did she have permission to use it in our school magazine.
I then told her the poem was about cough drops.
She read over it again.
She realised that my story checked out.
And she published it anyway.