I was in 3rd grade (9 years old) when my teacher called my parents in for a chat. It seems that I was trying to submit a oral book report for the book Pet Sematary by Stephen King.
My teacher thought this was clearly inappropriate for me to be reading at such a young age and wanted to warn my parents of the mature content before it gave me nightmares or it corrupted the other children.
"Your son is reading Stephen King novels!"
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? All I heard was 'your son is reading'.", my mother quipped, "I guess I don't see the problem".
In a haughty tone my teacher replied, "But it's so violent and frightening!"
"But... he's reading, I'm still not seeing the problem."
From that day on I was allowed to submit my book reports in writing... So I guess what I'm saying is: Thanks for the life-long struggle with public speaking...
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I remember it very clearly. I walked up to the front of the class, cleared my throat, and started reading my book report, "The book I chose to read for my book report is 'Pet Semetary' by Stephen Ki".
"That'll be enough!", my teacher interrupted me, "That's enough, why don't we have somebody else go for now. When do your parents get home from work?"
I recall being very confused. My book was clearly superior to all this crap these other stupid kids were reading. I found it on my my mom's night stand - I thought it looked cool because it had a freaky looking cat on the cover and I liked pets... I was frustrated that she wouldn't let me share this great book with the rest of the class - I had planned to read the part with the jogger getting hit by a car and how his skull was bashed in.... Clearly that was the coolest paragraph.
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I was in 3rd grade (9 years old) when my teacher called my parents in for a chat. It seems that I was trying to submit a oral book report for the book Pet Sematary by Stephen King.
My teacher thought this was clearly inappropriate for me to be reading at such a young age and wanted to warn my parents of the mature content before it gave me nightmares or it corrupted the other children.
From that day on I was allowed to submit my book reports in writing... So I guess what I'm saying is: Thanks for the life-long struggle with public speaking...
Quick edit
I remember it very clearly. I walked up to the front of the class, cleared my throat, and started reading my book report, "The book I chose to read for my book report is 'Pet Semetary' by Stephen Ki".
"That'll be enough!", my teacher interrupted me, "That's enough, why don't we have somebody else go for now. When do your parents get home from work?"
I recall being very confused. My book was clearly superior to all this crap these other stupid kids were reading. I found it on my my mom's night stand - I thought it looked cool because it had a freaky looking cat on the cover and I liked pets... I was frustrated that she wouldn't let me share this great book with the rest of the class - I had planned to read the part with the jogger getting hit by a car and how his skull was bashed in.... Clearly that was the coolest paragraph.
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