No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
5 mins of writing on a set topic.
I’ve decided that if I ever wanted to do more writing….and to really get serious about it then I need to be able to just write. Simply write. So I’m going to join some friends linking up at Lisa-Jo’s blog and we shall see what fun ensues…..
So here goes….
My sixth form Latin teacher was one of my absolute favourites. She had an unfortunate name for a teacher; Mrs Waddell, but thankfully she was too slight a frame to actually waddle.
Mrs Waddell was very high up in management and discipline in the school. Everyone knew her. Everyone knew what behaviours she expected. Everyone knew she was firm but fair. The best kind of disciplinarian there is.
But in sixth form Latin, Mrs Waddell shed a little of her harsh exterior. Nobody takes sixth form Latin if they don’t want to. The students of sixth form Latin were there purely for the love of the language. And so…Mrs Waddell would joke with us, and dream with us.
And as we journeyed along the Appian Way and got to know characters such as Cornelia and Sextus, Mrs Waddell would tell us ‘When you see the Colosseum’, ‘when you travel to the ruins of Pompeii’…..
There were no ‘ifs’. No ‘maybes’.
There was no hesitation in Mrs Waddell’s mind that all nineteen of us, spotty cheeked, hormonally charged seventeen year olds would one day be successes, and would one day travel the world. Would one day use our education to the max. That our Latin would come alive.
Mrs Waddell knew what it is to imagine. To meditati.
She looked at what could be.
Instead of what was before her.
And we were given a gift – to believe in ourselves. To live a life beyond ourselves. To imagine.