I come from the era where cell phones didn’t have cameras or text messaging and cameras required film. Although technology is more advanced, has school really changed that much because of this?
As YA writers / MG writers, I decided to stir up some memories for this little contest.
We as parents have heard the same speech we might have told our parents, “You can’t possibly understand” to the “OMG you’re so unfair” or the “That’s not how high school is now!”
So, as a salute to Back to school, I am holding a contest for all of you perturbed parents out there. Ready????
I want you to post an experience you’ve had in either middle grade, or high school and I want you to tell me what you learned from it as a parent/writer? What message would you send to a preteen/teen?
Remember you must be an annual subscriber of the Yalitchat and also a member of this group, in order to win. If you are a parent no matter what the age of the child you may enter.
The best story will win a 25-dollar gift card for Target
Post entries inside the comment box.
Good luck to all that enter. =)
Contest will end at 11:59 pm EST. August 31st.
I will post the winner on September 12st, 2010.
My story: I complained to my shoe-aholic grandmother that I needed these shoes. They were “Candies” thick wooden-heeled sandals. So, she bought them for me, and warned me to practice walking in them, but I didn’t. Mind you, I’ve never wore heels, so this was one hell of an experience within itself. At the time, I was a sophomore, and I had a plan. Wear heels, wear some different clothes, and try to get a boyfriend. Not just any boy--- Chad Davis, a beautiful, blue eyed, dark haired boy. (I thought these damn sandals were the KEY) WRONG!!!! I climbed the stairs fine, got a little cocky at it too. Thought about grandma’s warning and said, HA crazy lady, I’m proving her wrong. That was my mistake. As I am going down the steps, my sandal slips, I miss some steps, and came tumbling down. Where do I land? On my ass, in front of dream boy, laughing at my big tumbling performance. GO ME. What I learned, always listen to the shoe-aholic grandma, and never wear shoes that will possibly kill you in order to impress a boy. BE yourself!