I Don’t Know How They Do It
Yesterday, I spent the day at Shady Grove Middle School in Gaithersburg, Maryland, speaking to eighth-grade English classes about the writing process, the publishing business, and DARKBEAST. I had a *wonderful* time — the principal introduced me to each class, the teachers were incredibly welcoming, and the students were polite and well-spoken. I answered many questions that I’ve never been asked before (and a few of the questions that I get asked every time, including: 1) Do you know any famous authors?, 2) How much money do you earn writing?, and 3) Why don’t you make movies out of your books.
At the end of the day (meeting with four classes, and a double-period for lunch break), I was *exhausted*! My feet were tired and my back was sore (from standing for the better part of six hours), and my throat was prickly and dry (from all that speaking).
I don’t know how teachers do it — how they maintain the energy and enthusiasm to stand for hours and hours and hours, all while imparting knowledge to a vast variety of kids. (Incidentally, this was the most diverse group of kids I’ve ever spoken to — about 30% of the student body is Hispanic, about 30% is African-American, and about 40% is Caucasian and Asian.)
So, hats off to the teachers who do this every day!
Mindy, getting back into the normal cycle of, um, writing because really, that is my job!