Mrs. Simpson: For telling me I was a good writer in kindergarten. For telling me who E.B. White was. (His essay “This is New York” would be the reason I applied to NYU.)
Mr. Shellington (fourth grade): For teaching us a new Big Word alphabetically each week. I can still name and define all of them: antediluvian, bioluminescence, cacophonous…
Mr. O (tenth grade, English): For teaching me to think outside of what’s going to be on the test. For teaching me it was okay to like books more than other people.
Prof. Luckett: For teaching me that just because it’s considered low culture, doesn’t mean it has no value. For staying after class with me so we could talk about Star magazine.
Prof. Twomey: For telling me I was a shit writer. Then for teaching me how to fix it.