"Someday, you'll gonna be a prose or poetry writer."
A word from an English teacher. A vivid memory that still owns a special place in my heart and mind.
It was year 1992. I'm a sophomore student. The time then was 9:00 o'clock in the morning. English class ongoing.
The lesson was all about "adjectives". She got us think of an adjective word. From that adjective we've chosen we need to used every letter of that word and form a one stanza poem.
And so the eager me hurried to get my pen and a piece of paper. The word I selected was "FAST".
I started digging my thoughts, trying to come up with rhyming words to complete that one stanza requirement. Being in the star section - the cream of the crop, I need to step up my game or else I'll be lagging behind some of my brilliant classmates. Afraid that I might end up submitting last, I quickly thought of words that would complete the stanza. Never did I realized that when I passed that piece of paper - that one fourth piece of paper - I'd be seeing my paper as the first one being submitted.