E-mail from Mom at work says: Autumn I have to pick up Chris and take him to the license bureau, won’t have time to make dinner. MAKE CHILLI BUT NOT TOO SPICY. Thanks.
I realized a report was due while sitting in class during the daily news program, giving me 10 minutes of TV before my fate. Risky a move as it was, I glanced over at a chick’s pink paperback and judged the cover. It had some kind of title about being an adolescent girl that her parents didn’t understand, with an illustration of a pastel bedroom, messy with wrinkled clothes and rock posters. Ripping off a piece of lined paper, I began writing whatever lollygagging shit came to mind. I stole the student’s choice of reading material, used the same title and author, and wrote a quick overview of the story.
“The main character was a creative girl, and stubborn. She wasn’t getting along with her mother on anything. One of the main disagreements involved the year-end event. Blah blah blah, eventually, she picked a prom dress they both agreed on. Minimal skin exposure, not too short-not too elderly yadda yadda, everyone was happy and the daughter and Mommy loved each other again.”
You know. That kind of horsehit.
When the paper came back, I saw that my teacher had written, “In my 10 years of teaching as a profession, I have never read such fantastic character description.”
“Oh, good,” I thought, pleased the report had passed, let alone with an “A”. Then I looked ahead to the classmate who had actually read the book. It said “C-“ and something along the lines of “see me if you’d like a redo.” She approached the teacher and I heard him saying, “I don’t think you really grasped the moral of this story…”
This trip down memory lane has been brought to you by the recent viewing of “Shattered Glass”. It’s a pretty good movie. I picked it up today, read as much as “journalist”, “Rolling Stone”, and “controversy”, which was enough to convince me. It’s all about the downfall of Stephen Glass.
It made me think about my own writing, and the responsibility when publishing something for public viewing. When it’s a matter of non-fiction Blogging, I want the material to be reliable. An accurate event is more important to me, than “who finds it interesting”. This necessary truth, obviously not the same priority that Mr. Glass abided by, comforts me.
This is one thing that can never come crashing down, around me.