Slightly Damaged Boy Sells Squiggly Symbols By The Sea Shore

I have a fond grade-school memory of the SRA reading labs. The program series consisted of several ’graduations’ of color, where each color represented an increasing level of difficulty to the reading material. I was so interested in reading and writing then. It all felt so fresh in the eighth grade. In high school, my social endeavors became more important than academics. I had so little interest in reading and writing. (four blank years)

I went to college. Well, actually I think I just fell into it. It was the "thing to do"; and an opportunity to escape home. I did quite well in math, science and engineering. I considered the language arts (english, writing, foreign language) to be dull and unimportant - afterall I was going to be an engineer and not an english teacher. I was wrong - not wrong about my career choice but in thinking that I didn't need to know how to write effectively. I could smoke weed every day and excel in physics, chemistry and math but I couldn’t write.

The introverted fog I surrounded myself with was my prison rather than my armor.

Now, I feel a twinge of shame for it all. Every word I scratch comes with extra labor. The math, physics,statics and dynamics were not as life-changing as I had imagined and I’m now left holding this odd bag of numerals and squiggly greek symbols.