Blame Mrs. Mecham...

I mean that.  You can all blame Mrs. Mecham, she was my Sophomore English teach in High School. I have three main memories of her class.  The first I wrote about here back in October.  The second was when I walked, waddled really, into her classroom the day after I broke my ankle, which was also 6 days after I broke my finger.  That entire experience (breaking two bones in two separate accidents within a week) is something that I'll have to write about later. I was a bit late for class since crutches tend to slow you down.  Just as she was starting class I opened the door and tried to make my way to my seat, which of course was on the other side of the room. She looked up at me and quite loudly said "What happened to you!?".  I had to explain which took the first five minutes of class. The third memory though is something that I'll probably remember for the rest of my life and is something that I try to put into action whenever possible. She would always emphasize that we just need to pencil to paper and just let everything Flow.  She would encourage us to get our ideas on paper and then to refine them.  I remember her saying that it was just paper and that there was always more it.  She helped us to understand that no idea is a dumb or useless idea and that some ideas can just be refined better than others. She was also very dramatic, so when she'd assign us a paper, she'd do this little dance and point to the gigantic drawing that contained the word "Flow" she had on the chalkboard. So you see, she's the one to blame for all of the stuff that I write here.  I'm just "Flowing" which causes a lot of posts. It's not my fault if I can't refine those ideas very well....well ok maybe it is.