In a past version of me, perhaps five to seven years old with a straight blonde bob that tickled my chin and a smile that lit up a dark classroom, I loved learning about subjects such as math and science, but I had always dreaded writing. I …show more content…
Field, prior to teaching third graders that practically bounced off of the walls, had been assigned the task of enlightening the minds of hordes of both middle- and high-schoolers, where she discovered that these kids could not write a silly story, let alone a descriptive essay, to save their lives. I imagine that, after deciding to switch to teaching elementary school kids, a little light bulb appeared over her head as she realized that she could start training students on how to properly write a detailed, focused narrative before they had to take what was then known as the “FCAT Writes” in fourth grade. So, starting with my class full of third graders no more than three-and-a-half feet tall, my teacher assigned weekly stories. These page-long stories were to be written every Wednesday night and contain a minimum of ten of our fifteen or so vocabulary words of the week integrated within the plot. While Mrs. Field obviously had the best intentions in mind when she gave us this work, the majority of the class saw it as a huge burden, myself probably seeing it more so than everyone