Monday, September 30, 2002
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While I was cleaning out some stuff in my closet last night, I found this old script I wrote for my sixth grade Reading class. It was an assignment, but I don't exactly remember the details. I imagined it would have been to write a comedy or something. The title of my script was "The Walking Disasters". I decided to amuse myself and read something I wrote almost ten years ago. I never got to really read the story because I was just in the cast of characters, I was already cringing in embarrassment. Honestly, it was so bad--although my teacher gave me a 96 (wonder what her basis was? Grammar? Punctuation? Definitely not plot development!). Still, it was so... immature. It's hard writing comedy and I think my script sounded so TH. I guess that was the end of my solo script-writing career. I never really wrote scripts alone after that.
I also found a whole slew of short stories written by me during class hours all through out my late grade school and high school years. I still can't find the courage to read them now. Maybe when I've stopped cringing from my script.
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