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I’ve Become a Professional Writer
And the story of why I hated high school English classes
Earlier today, I found out that I made my first penny as a writer on Medium. To me, this means that I can now call myself a professional writer — nay — blogger. This seems natural.
When I was in high school, I used to hate the idea of bloggers. In the eleventh grade, I had an English teacher who loved to assign blogs and make us watch Ted Talks — so much so that I’ve grown to resent them a little.
When I was in ninth grade, I would always find something to bicker about when it came to English class. I decided that it wasn’t okay to wear capri pants or do any of the things associated with that sort of image, no pants, and flip-flops at the same time.
I wear flip-flops almost exclusively now. I even wore them at my wedding.
I’ve become all the things I would hate as a high schooler. But the real question is, why did high school me resent these things so much?
I still kind of resent these things, to be honest. But not all aspects. I’ve come to enjoy the freedom of writing, and the lack of expectations from anyone besides myself. I like the fact that I’m the one that has to sit myself down.
