An Amateur, An Expert

I always considered myself a good writer, but a horrible novelist. I could spin up an essay, short story or journal in minutes (which came in handy at school). This gave me the idea to write a book. However, after a few attempts at writing a book, I decided to write about my life instead. I then realized that people have enough stress, drama and adventures in their own lives, so they wouldn't have much incentive to read mine. I let the idea of writing fall away and die down in my daily rituals.

A few weeks after I gave up even blogging, something happened that inspired me to write about again. After spending countless days with the Special Education kids at school, visiting them and such, I was approached with the opportunity to be a speech therapist to one child. I knew who he was and I knew what the situation was. I was supposed to teach him to speak? He could barely utter one word syllables right and if you didn't know him, half the time you wouldn't understand the words even if they did come with motions. But it was a summer job and he was an extremely pleasant child. I agreed and I am supposed to start the day after I graduate high school, June 15th.

I don't know if this blog will amount to anything, but I want to document this experience. I think it'll help me too a lot since I want to attend college to become a teacher. You can't go wrong with more experience, especially if you have to be more understanding and do things extra well because of the situation. So, as the days pass and graduation gets closer, I try my hand at teaching people another language. I figure this is the closest practice I can get to trying to teach the boy how to speak.

Although I am an amateur at writing, I am an expert at encouragement. While I am a beginner at documenting, I am a professional when it comes to patience and despite the fact that I am a novice at teaching a boy how to speak, I am empathetic when it comes to wanting understanding.