I remember being in freshman English and being asked to write a poem about love. I gave it some thought and wrote a pretty long one and after the teacher read it she called me to her desk and asked me if I plagiarized it. I told her no I did not, not because I am above plagiarism, but because I don’t like reading poems. She smiled and said it was great and I had talent. Over the summer she got divorced and returned next year a real bitch. It almost made me hate reading and writing.