I heart English?

Despite the opinion of many, probably one of my least favorite teachers in high school was an individual by the name of Mrs. Horn. Booo, hiss… I know people are disagreeing now, and I have my reasons – let’s just say her and her sister (my government teacher) didn’t like me, and visa versa.

Throughout my college and subsequent work, my mind keeps wandering back to this particular teacher. We did a lot of stupid assignments in there, and didn’t really focus on writing style. In college, my first English professor really worked with me to develop my writing ability, and ever since then, I love to write.

Today, I write multiple documents everyday at work, and for the most part, I have a blast. One of my supervisors even said I was a strong writer, which about knocked me on the floor.

See, Mrs. Horn through I was a shitty-ass writer, and let me know through several of my grades and comments on papers. (And I’m not saying I wasn’t… I was at the time) The thing that frustrates me the most is that she didn’t sit down with me, or actually say what was so bad. I think that’s because she didn’t really know how to actually “teach” the art of writing, she just knew what was bad and good.

And you know, she had a lot of students, whatever. So did my English professor at UT, plus her own doctorate work. But she cared and she took the time, which is all I really needed.

Anyways, so Justin feels the same way about the said English teacher, though for different reasons (a lot has to do with her fake “happiness” – Justin isn’t exactly Mr. Chip-Cheery). Both of us were driving near our house and were at a stop light. I LOVE looking at bumper stickers and I saw this Civic with one.


YES… look closer.


It says, “I heart Ms. Horne.”

It took a lot not to flick the person off. So, maybe I did, but they couldn’t tell.

So much dislike in my heart. Yuck. I need to work on this.