That’s Teaching

The hardest writing class
I’ve ever had was in 
ninth grade. I gave my
teacher a lush, wordy
piece and he mocked it
right in front of my
classmates. I thought,
when I handed it in, that
I would for sure get an
A. I got a 65 and I spent
the rest of the year
struggling to get 80s.
It was the most brutal,
difficult class anyone
who wants to be a writer
will ever take. If you’re
fortunate enough to get
into that class, please
drop an issue of this 
month’s New Yorker and
let Chris know that
Amanda Harris says hi.

— The New Yorker
 — between sand and gravel
 — (Penguin, 2019)

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