|Lightbulb by Susie Porisch|
The other day I was digging through some boxes in the garage desperately trying to find some old photos when I can across a box with some very old Folio folders from my days back in high school. One particular folder caught my eye; it contained a stack of creative writing papers from my freshman year in high school.
I started reading through the papers, getting lost in a time long ago. It was a pleasant trip back down memory lane. Some of the papers I remember writing, some not so much. I found it interesting (and also very entertaining) to read the grades and comments from my high school English teacher, Mrs. Walton. They all contained a reoccurring theme - great story, poor spelling and grammar.
One of the first papers I ever wrote in Mrs. Walton's class was entitled, The Light Bulb. At this point Mrs. Walton had very little exposure to my poor spelling and grammar, so her words were sweet, and so was my grade.
It read, "9.5/10 Good Job! Except for a couple of silly little errors."
As I continued to read through the papers, my grades got worse, and Mrs. Walton's sweet words began to wane. One of the later ones simply read in big read letters, "Get a dictionary!"
Mrs. Walton would be proud to learn that my grammar has improved (if only marginally so), but despite her best efforts, my spelling remains atrocious (<--- spell checked). Regardless, I am grateful for Mrs. Walton. She introduced me to creative writing, poetry, mythology, and always pushed me to my limits. Of course, like most high school students, I didn't appreciate it much back then. In fact, at times, I loathed it. But without her, without her fine tutelage and guidance, I would not be the writer that I am today.
So, in her honor, and in honor of all the other teachers out there that have inspired us beyond our imagination, I give you The Light Bulb in its entirety. Only edited, as Mrs. Walton would have wanted it.
Thank you Mrs. Walton.
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The Light Bulb
Once upon a time there was a light bulb named Sparky. Sparky was a very enlightened, energetic little fellow. Every day he shined like a morning star, lighting the halls, kitchen, and the walls; that is only during the daylight.
Yes, it was true, Sparky only shined during the lightness of the day. By night, darkness was his enemy. Every day when the day slowly turned into dusk, his trustworthy owner would turn his settings to the highest degree, for he knew what Sparky was up against.
|"The Light Bulb" - the original copy|
As the day turned to night, the room became darker and darker, leaving poor old Sparky alone to defend himself from the cold darkness of the night. Soon the room became dark as coal and every corner of the room was colored with black shadows.
No matter how hard Sparky tried, the blackness eventually overtook him. Only a small area around him remained untouched by the overwhelming power of the night. But Sparky hung in there, giving it his all, casting out every minute light wave inside his little round body. Almost instantly the darkness of the room illuminated with a soft glow of light, giving Sparky the encouragement to shine on.
Soon, the once darkened corners of the room became lit up with joyous shades of light. Sparky was relieved, for the battle was over and he had won, but only for now. Sparky knew deep down inside that it was not over. Today was a new day and tonight would be a new battle.
Have any old writings that you have recently come across? Was there ever a particular teacher that inspired you?
Michael A. Walker
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