My high school English teacher has been on me to major in literature in college.
I’ve always felt out of place at university, but since she says my work is so good, I’m thinking I might give writing a shot.
I, the current youth, avoided all social interaction and fought the urge to nap whenever possible. Once, in class, we were given the task of writing a short story. Even though she left it up to the discretion of each student, I had assumed she would outline a specific topic. The point was to see how far we’ve come as writers. So, after much deliberation, I decided to tell you more about my time here at my current university. She looked over our papers and asked me to stay after class to discuss a work I was considering for publication. Since then, my English teacher and I have become close friends, to the point where I have visited her house for private instruction. Both she and her partner, who works in heating and air conditioning, are employed here at our university. Once, I was chatting with a heating and air conditioning technician, and he told us why he liked working in the industry. When he was a senior in college, he still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life. His father had a plumbing business and knew a few HVAC technicians through his network of contacts. My instructor’s spouse went on to tell me that he had done some part-time work for one of these companies, and that his experience there had convinced him to pursue a career in HVAC as well. I’ll have to write that up as a short story for my professor as well.