By Ellen Rothberg
As a starry-eyed seventh grader, back in the late 1960s, I had aspirations of being a reporter for the New York Times. Lofty goal, some might say, but I was in the IGC (Intellectually Gifted Children) class in elementary school; I made the 2 year SP class (Special Program? Special People? Stupid People? I never could remember what the acronym stood for) in Junior High; and almost, that’s right, ALMOST, received the very coveted (at least by me) English Student of the Junior High School Graduating Class of 1970 Award. I believe I was the first (ok, maybe second) runner up to this award. I think that the student who won wrote a very poignant, heart wrenching story about her pet parakeet. I, on the other hand, wrote a blazingly, far superior story about my precious pet turtle, Koo-koo-ka-choo (my brother was a huge Simon & Garfunkel fan). As usual, I am straying from the real story.
While a student in Junior High, I served as a reporter for the school paper, hence the strong desire to work for the Times. I didn’t particularly love reading the Times. I was more of a Daily News girl, especially when it came to picking a current events story and summarizing it. I was gifted, but not terrifically motivated and those Times pieces could get rather lengthy. Anyway, I wrote one story for the George Gershwin Junior High School paper about an extremely young and cool teacher, but by far, my best work was a sports story about a basketball game. I came across that story recently and, I have to say, it was really well-written, but, considering I must have been about 12 or 13 when I wrote it, I’m not sure it was all me! Apparently the teacher in charge of the paper must have been heavy handed with the editing hat! I know this to be true because while I love basketball to this day, I don’t thin k I knew all that tricky terminology back then. I don’t even know for sure if the same moves were popular in 1970. So, armed with the knowledge that I was over-edited as a student, how would I approach the idea of having my own sports blog? Hmmmmm.
I would start off by coming up with a very catchy title for my blog, like, Just Girl It! Or, how about, Pick and Roll Report. Or, maybe, And One Woman? OK, so maybe I am not going to start a career now as a basketball blogger, but surely I should be able to take credit for having written an awesome story about a junior high school basketball game? I wonder if I can find that teacher and ask him if he really did over-edit me? I wonder if he is dead?