English Teacher By Day, Published Author By Night, And...
Overman of the Month
Just for the sake of continuance, this is a monthly expose on who I consider, after every two fortnights, the person who most closely exemplifies the meaning and purpose of the Overman. It could be a very famous person, a real person, an imaginary person, or the stranger in the super-market. What this means is...anyone can be an Overman, anytime, anywhere.
And the award for the month of April, year two-thousand and six, goes to...
I ENJOYED TRAVIS Mulhauser as a teacher (he was the quintessence of scholarly attire for some warped dimension in professorial hell I'd heard nothing about), but never in the sixteen weeks that I'd spent in his classroom doing impressions of baby goats being born did I ever think that he might, in fact, secretly be a published author.
I found out after having a conversation with Eva Efird, my Art Appreciation instructor, on why some people are geniuses, and what defines an actual genius. I told her why I love the class so much, and she mentioned that Travis Mulhauser, my english instructor, had actually published a fictional work before.
His book is called Greetings from Cutler County: A Novella and Stories, and oddly enough I had once had an english teacher in high school bring in and mention that very book. I never read it, of course, so the name of whoever had written it never stayed in my brain. But here it was again, staring me in the face, making me wonder why he never mentioned it to the class. I imagine it was half out of not wanting to be ridiculed for the rest of the semester, half because he didn't feel like anyone needed to know in the first place, and half because he didn't want to hear all the eventual sucking up from brown-nosed students trying to butter him up by saying how wonderful his book was. As you can see, that's three half good reasons why not to say a single word on the subject.
He commented on some of my essays, most of which I must have sounded like a lunatic with the way that wrote, with encouraging words -- I believe he knew I liked to write just from reading those few words. And when we had to write research papers for our finals, I convinced him to let me write a fictional narrative instead. I turned it in on Tuesday, before I ever knew he wrote, and am currently thinking of going and speaking with him on whether or not he liked it.
Maybe, just maybe, I can get him to become my mentor and help me get my works published! This may be the very break I've been needing in my Journey Towards the Ubermensche!
Just for the sake of continuance, this is a monthly expose on who I consider, after every two fortnights, the person who most closely exemplifies the meaning and purpose of the Overman. It could be a very famous person, a real person, an imaginary person, or the stranger in the super-market. What this means is...anyone can be an Overman, anytime, anywhere.
And the award for the month of April, year two-thousand and six, goes to...
TRAVIS MULHAUSER
I ENJOYED TRAVIS Mulhauser as a teacher (he was the quintessence of scholarly attire for some warped dimension in professorial hell I'd heard nothing about), but never in the sixteen weeks that I'd spent in his classroom doing impressions of baby goats being born did I ever think that he might, in fact, secretly be a published author.I found out after having a conversation with Eva Efird, my Art Appreciation instructor, on why some people are geniuses, and what defines an actual genius. I told her why I love the class so much, and she mentioned that Travis Mulhauser, my english instructor, had actually published a fictional work before.
WHAT?!
His book is called Greetings from Cutler County: A Novella and Stories, and oddly enough I had once had an english teacher in high school bring in and mention that very book. I never read it, of course, so the name of whoever had written it never stayed in my brain. But here it was again, staring me in the face, making me wonder why he never mentioned it to the class. I imagine it was half out of not wanting to be ridiculed for the rest of the semester, half because he didn't feel like anyone needed to know in the first place, and half because he didn't want to hear all the eventual sucking up from brown-nosed students trying to butter him up by saying how wonderful his book was. As you can see, that's three half good reasons why not to say a single word on the subject.
He commented on some of my essays, most of which I must have sounded like a lunatic with the way that wrote, with encouraging words -- I believe he knew I liked to write just from reading those few words. And when we had to write research papers for our finals, I convinced him to let me write a fictional narrative instead. I turned it in on Tuesday, before I ever knew he wrote, and am currently thinking of going and speaking with him on whether or not he liked it.
Maybe, just maybe, I can get him to become my mentor and help me get my works published! This may be the very break I've been needing in my Journey Towards the Ubermensche!
Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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