Wednesday Writing Prompt

In honor of all these great classes we’ve been having at the WLT (and the ones still to come!), today’s writing prompt is going to be all about teachers…

Remember that awesome teacher you had in 3rd grade who made you want to be just like him or her? Or what about that one who was just like Ben Stein in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off? Tell us about the best, wackiest, meanest, or coolest teacher you ever had.



3 thoughts on “Wednesday Writing Prompt

  1. Ashley – can you let me know how to submit something for the writing prompts? I’ve never done it but would like to start! I did find an earlier link to Amanda’s email address but I wasn’t sure that was still current?? Thanks! – Kathleen (

    • Sorry, I should have made this more clear! Since they’re usually supposed to be fairly short (no more than 200-300 words “ish”) you can just post in the comments!

      We’ll be looking for your first response Kathleen!

  2. “Odyssey of the Mind”

    Ms. Lyles stared down her class, the silence imposed by her steely eyes gradually extinguishing the conversational fires around the room. Even though she was shorter than almost all of her students, she could be quite intimidating, hands on her hips like an Old West gunfighter, deep wrinkles of wisdom etched into her tan skin. Only Erica’s manic chatter continued, her corkscrew curls shading her from the withering glance being shot her way. “Oh, my god. You should have seen it. He spilled his entire lunch tray and it was, like, dripping down her cheerleading unifo…..” Erica’s rapid-fire inanities stopped short as Ms. Lyles moseyed closer to Erica’s desk to make her presence known. “Oh, um. Sorry,” Erica said quietly, turning her mini-skirted legs back underneath the arm of her desk and tucking her head behind her spiral perm in embarrassment.

    “All right, then.” Ms. Lyle’s West Texas drawl was as slow as Erica’s chirping voice was fast. No wonder there was such a language barrier between those two. She always used her spare words to great effect though, usually with a healthy dose of sarcasm. It was just one of the many reasons we loved her. “Today… I’m gonna show you some slides… from my trip to Greece this summer. You’ll see many… of the Mediterranean landmarks…. that Homer references…. in both The Iliad and The Odyssey.” She sighed and paused as if this last period of the day would never be over. “The crucible of Troy, the Palace of Nestor, and…. oh, what else is on these damn slides?” Mild cursing was not unheard of in our senior English class. Ms. Lyles was of indeterminate age but these occasional memory lapses and her barely veiled irritation with having to put up with our nonsense had us convinced us that she was near – or past – retirement age. “Oh, yeah. Ithaca, which was home to Penelope and Odysseus. Flighty little wench, that Penelope.”

    When the images popped up on the white pull-down screen, we were a little startled to see Ms. Lyles herself front and center in several of the shots, smiling like she actually enjoyed life. This was a side of her we hadn’t seen before. As she flipped through the photos, she’d tell a story or give us some background that helped bring these distant, epic tales to life for us. She talked about re-reading The Odyssey as she traveled and her impulse decision in an agora to buy, of all things, a gold belt buckle with Odysseus’ image on it. Her snort of self-derision let us know that she recognized the fashion folly of that purchase. “By the time I got back to the states and had finished the damn book, I realized I hated Odysseus. He was a jerk.” Another pause for comic timing. “So I got the stupid belt buckle melted down and made it into a necklace for my sister. Heh!” Her dry laugh at her own little private joke was funnier than the statement itself. And with that, Ms. Lyles had brought Odysseus, with all his crazy wanderlust, back home to Texas just for us.

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