By Damien Knight Written 2006/ revised
Baby Sitter’s Club
Daycare: Learning to write my name.
Fourth-Grade Book Report
I think it was my step-mom who first taught me to love reading. She would give me Mother Goose books and I would read those. She also kept Baby Sitter’s Club books on her shelves. I loved reading the letters at the start of the chapters. My step-mom was also the daycare lady, we used to use shaving cream to write our names and draw in.
When I was in the 1st grade I had a sub named Ms. Fisher. She ended up taking over for our teacher, a whole year. The original teacher had a kid. I warned Ms. Fisher I bite teachers I don’t like. She was patient and kind and turned out great.
From the time I was in 1st until 3rd my dad would read from my blue Bible every night. He would read Psalms at my request. My parents encouraged reading and writing. My teachers also encouraged reading. Mrs. Denny would read Roald Dahl and Ramona Quimby age 8 books to the class. Ms. Hutchinson my fourth-grade teacher assigned book reports. I did Nancy Drew. I grew up loving to read and write.
Another Eng 101 writing assignment. The list above was that “prewriting” our TA was trying to get us to do. Ok I was 20 and a bit of an arse but I felt our TA was dumb and I still feel that way.
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Written by Damien Knight
My strengths, I have a broad vocabulary. I come up with ideas quickly. I can’t prewrite. Prewriting has always been difficult. I can write ideas in sentences but not lists. I tend to write things out. Lists seem useless.
I really hated the class that made me do these assignments. Who thought it was a good idea to have a TA that hated writing teach writing 101.
Mar, 9 2018
We boarded the plane at 10:55 am. I don’t know when we hit the runway but it’s around 11:26 now. We got in the air, I am lucky I flew priority. I admit I am a bit anxious, but I noticed Logan is also on this flight. So at least I am not by myself really.
I brought all my notes I took in class, even the paper I wrote on faults. I am ready.
My ears just popped which hurt. The Flight is 3 hours. The clouds outside are gorgeous. Passed by the river, it looked lovely. I ordered a coke. Frontier charges for drinks, cost me 3 dollars.
I am exhausted but can’t sleep. I woke at 4:30 am and said bye to my family at 9:30. I gave my daughter the rest of my coffee before leaving. Good luck, Aaron. Being transgender, I was worried about the TSA screening. My binder was marked as an anomaly but my packer was ignored.
I am excited to get there and look at the rocks! I dressed like my childhood inspiration, Dr. Allen Grant, from Jurassic Park. I look silly. Still, I am happy. I will have a good hat to keep the sun off me. I better make this my last soda, really should only drink water in the desert.
I played Mah-jong for a bit. I really am tired, still can’t sleep. Aaron told me he flew first class in to Kentucky. That’s cool. We should be landing soon.
Flying over Mountains in New Mexico
Written in 2006 By Damien Knight
My narrative is cursed! I lost the disk file 5 times and the USB file once. I love to write but writing the same paper 50 times is too much! That is all I can say!
Thoughts on this journal.
Seriously I remember this. USBS had just came out. This incident was the final straw and why I dropped English 100. I was tired of the teacher talking about how she hated to write. I was pissed she added a question on the test involving a football teams score in the game the night before. But after explaining that my floppy disk got a virus she still wouldn’t accept my narrative because it was late. I walked out of class and dropped it. I took the course at a community college later and passed. A TA should never teach a course like that.
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Written in 2006 By Damien Knight
I remember my senior year. It was good but a tough year. The thought of college after was daunting. Unlike the girl in this essay I could not wait a year.
I am so glad I didn’t wait. I may not return next year because I am getting married. Then again, I might just come back. If it wasn’t for Western Kentucky University, I wouldn’t have had Aaron for my own.
Current thoughts on this old journal piece.
Do you ever like dig through your old things and find you owned one of those ridiculous pink locked journals? This might relate only to my female readers but, reading this made me feel like I stumbled on a teenage girl’s diary. To think I turned that in as a college writing assignment. OMG!
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By Damien Knight
For the past 11 years I been struggling with a list of unusual symptoms. It started soon after my son was born, back pain, numb legs, leg cramping, hip and joints burning. As the years went it has gotten worse. It’s hard on me because as a geology major who wants to work in the field having to walk with a cane bites.
My legs go numb, my skin burns. I always hated being touched. It hurts to be touched. What hurts worse is wanting to hug my kids and the pain is so bad I can’t. I don’t know what’s wrong with my body. We have done test after test. There is no reason my legs are falling asleep and then burning like fire. They found nothing wrong with my back and hips. I started taking Aleve daily which helps dull the pain but not erase it.
Today I stand. Today I walk. Today I hurt. I will push for tomorrow. We will figure this out. In the meantime I remain strong and hopeful.