Once upon a time I was in English IA. My teacher was under
the impression that my classmates and I were interested in becoming better
writers. To help us in that endeavor, he assigned “weekly writings,” a short,
creative writing assignment that was due at the end of each week. These weren’t
free-for-all assignments; he would give us a topic and occasionally other
parameters for our work.
One week (far enough into the year that he was aware that I
was smart, and that I knew I was smart, but that I was not smart enough to know
when to keep my smartness to myself) our class was discussing payphones. Mr
K’s* gave us this assignment for the week: Explain how money is emptied from
payphones when no one ever sees anyone emptying them. We were learning about adjectives
that day so there was an addendum: we had to use at least 40 adjectives, but we
could only use 2 adjectives per sentence. “What is the minimum number of words
you can use?”
I raced the numbers through my head and my hand shot up
almost before his question finished. “Yes, Miss Hartman?” He was not surprised.
“Eighty.”
Delight illuminated his face. “No,” the emphatic reply shot
out of his mouth before he had a chance to think. I sat forward, looked at him,
my brow furrowed, and thought back over my answer. Surely my math and grammar
were correct. 40 adjectives at 2 adjectives per sentence would mean 20
sentences. Each of those sentences would need a verb and a noun. 20 sentences
at 4 words per sentence equals 80 words.
Mr. K stared into the air in front of him, contemplating his
response. “Wait a minute,” he pressed his finger to his lips as he thought. He
looked back at me. “You’re right.” His crestfallen face displayed his
disappointment in my correctness.
I leaned back and relaxed. Challenge accepted.
Tune in Friday to
read the resulting product!
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