{"id":64,"date":"2012-01-09T16:39:00","date_gmt":"2012-01-09T16:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/2012\/01\/09\/poetic-justice\/"},"modified":"2012-01-09T16:39:00","modified_gmt":"2012-01-09T16:39:00","slug":"poetic-justice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/2012\/01\/09\/poetic-justice\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetic Justice"},"content":{"rendered":"
I have a confession. I love school. I love learning. Now that I am (possibly\u2026maybe\u2026at the least, currently) through with my education I feel it\u2019s an appropriate time for this admission. Now, just like everyone else I had a favorite subject. Three guesses what it was, and the first two don\u2019t count. Yup, English. Fourth grade, when I was nine, was definitely the year this became a solid fact. <\/span><\/div>\n
My teacher, Mrs. Kirby, would gather her gaggle of rambunctious students in a circle on a tattered rug and read Roald Dahl stories. There were others: Bridge to Terabithia and Where the Red Fern Grows, but Dahl\u2019s stories were a memorable staple.  <\/span>While other children picked at their scabs or fell asleep against the blue bean-bag chair, I was engulfed in every word. I didn\u2019t want the stories to end. And when the chapter came to a close, I could almost hear the film reel in my head clicking off. <\/span><\/div>\n
It came as a natural next-step to start writing my own stories<\/a>.<\/span> We were assigned vocab-related short stories to complete each Wednesday that I penned with fervor. As an additional means of enticing the class to write, Mrs. Kirby gave the opportunity to write a poem. Not only would it be shared with the class, but it would be published in a book for New England\u2019s Young Writers. As far as nine year-old me was concerned, she had me at published. <\/span><\/div>\n
On the ride home from school, I fumbled together some animals (surprise, surprise) and rhyming words to create my masterpiece. It lay on the page as the quintessential depiction of spring time. I would love to share the piece with you, but alas, it has disappeared into the depths of my bookcase. I recall bees and trees, spring and a bird\u2019s wing, many flowers and hours. It was my grand entrance to poetry.  <\/span>Thank goodness I\u2019ve since chosen fiction. <\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I have a confession. I love school. I love learning. Now that I am (possibly\u2026maybe\u2026at the least, currently) through with my education I feel it\u2019s an appropriate time for this admission. Now, just like everyone else I had a favorite subject. Three guesses what it was, and the first two don\u2019t count. Yup, English. Fourth […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[36,33,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-anecdote","category-animals","category-writing"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2YHlB-12","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}