Dragon, writer, thinker, friend
No AI, not now, not ever
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Rachel Hartman
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I know nobody's going to feel sorry for me if I complain about how hot it is, but that's not gonna stop me. It's 26C in my kitchen! Boo! BOOOOO!
And sometimes the teacher you hate the most can also give you a gift: Mrs. Wiggs, aka. Conan the Grammarian, who both scared the shit out of me and whipped my grammar into shape. I don't condone her scariness, but if Whatmough thought he couldn't teach me anything, she's the reason why.
I can keep going! There was Mr. Whatmough, who decided making me write the same assignments as the rest of the class was a waste of my time, and gave me individualized assignments, some of them creative (I wrote a "lost" scene to Much Ado About Nothing)
Mrs. Chamberlain, my 6th grade teacher, once commented on one of my poems: "Rachel, you're a real writer!" And forever after, I WAS a writer, because she'd said so, and she would never lie to me. I got to thank her, after my first book came out, and I feel so grateful for that.
