My Experience with Writing

Passion about something is the strongest indicator of importance. I learned this lesson from the passion that exuded from my English teacher during my junior and senior years of high school. Her passion for literature was unparalleled to any other teacher in the school and to anyone I have ever met. It was not until I had the privilege of having her as my guide through the world of literature that I truly learned to appreciate it. Having past teachers that failed to create a spark in me led me to feel like there was nothing in the world of writing for me. It only takes one person, one book, or one instance to truly change one's perspective forever.

Fall of junior year was a busy time. With a multitude of advanced placement courses and the search for the right college fast approaching, appreciation for literature was not exactly what I was dying to discover. I had always excelled in school and never failed to achieve an A in English, but I never really thought much of what we had learned. I knew literature and writing were important, but I did not think they were all that important to my life specifically. I had no plans on being an English major in higher education so, in my mind, there was no need to look dive into the specificities of writing; I just needed the A in the class and that was enough for me. Having Ms. Crowther for a teacher that year would change everything.

Ms. Crowther was one of the most interesting and the quirkiest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Married with three kids, she still preferred the surname Miss as opposed to Misses. Her classroom, which she referred to as Crowtherland, was nothing special. There was a small space dedicated to being her library, old posters of literary elements defined on them, and even a couch for students to sit on if they so wished. Her classroom was ordinary which contrasted with how extraordinary she was.

It was like any other day, or so I had thought, when things changed. She had told us to get the book Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte for class and I