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Brett Morgan
Learning to Tell a Story
In second grade, I learned how to tell a story. It all started during the first week of
school. I took my seat right next to my best friend RJ and prepared myself for whatever
Mrs. Sheridan had in store for us. Over the past few days, I had grown accustomed to what
she would be teaching us over the course of the year. She talked about the standard stuff –
math, grammar, spelling, etc. It would all come to be valuable in my life, but none of these
things were quite as valuable as the simplest aspect of the class. On the first day, she had
asked us to write a journal entry describing our summer and explained that we would be
doing this every Monday throughout the year (describing our weekends instead of the
summer). At the time, I had whispered to RJ, “This is gonna be so annoying!”
A few weeks in, I found myself secretly enjoying the assignment. It was a chance for
me to reflect on the fun I had over the weekend and share my numerous adventures with
Mrs. Sheridan. Every week, I got better and better at writing these entries. Instead of
simply listing the things I did, I would describe the environment, the people around me, my
emotions, and so forth. As a second-grader, it is pretty much a given that I couldn’t spell to
save my life, but in my mind, everything I wrote made sense. The writing was the easy part.
Anyone can tell a story in a journal. All they need is a pen and the thoughts in their
head. It’s private. It’s brief. It’s safe. If you want to truly test yourself, try telling a story in
front of a group of people. Some people are natural storytellers. They can just get up there
and speak, never looking back. However, a good portion of us isn’t like that. We need
preparation, whether it is content-related or just shaking off those nervous thoughts. When
Mrs. Sheridan asked us to tell our favorite story in front of the class on the last week of
school, I really did begin to panic. As a second-grader, I had never really needed to speak in
front of a large group of people other than my family. This was a whole new challenge for
me, so I was rightfully nervous.
In order to prepare for this end-of-the-year assignment, my friend RJ and I took
turns reading our entries to each other. “Last weekend, I saw Spiderman 2 with my dad. It
was so awesome! I want to be Spiderman for Halloween this year,” I read. I went on about
how I wanted to meet Spiderman and stuff like that, somehow making out words from my
terrible spelling. RJ replied with his story about how he built this huge structure out of
Legos. With every story we read, we grew more and more confident, but I was still nervous
about speaking in front of the whole class. I tried to read my stories to as many people as I
could find, gaining confidence every time. I was learning to stress different parts of the
sentences for emphasis, annunciate more, and pace myself. I began to understand what it
took to tell a good story.
The day had finally come. I strode into the classroom confidently, awaiting my turn
to tell my story. I chose a story about my birthday party at Laser Quest, which was a laser
tag place and arcade; it was a second-grader’s dream. “Brett,” Mrs. Sheridan asked, “would
you like to come up and share a story?” I nervously made my way to the front of the
classroom. As I read from my journal, I realized that it was no different from reading to RJ
or my parents. The words flowed out of my mouth and I had the whole class interested in
what I had to say. As I spoke of laser guns, black lights, and Skee Ball, every student
salivated. Because of my true enjoyment of the experience, it made my writing more
passionate and my story more enjoyable. By seeing the intrigue on everyone’s faces, it
made me realize that telling a story can really do a lot. If I had a microphone while I was up
there, I would’ve finished my story and then dropped the mic.
Although I was only a young kid at the time, I felt like I had built the basis for
storytelling back then. My years of education have certainly improved my skillset and made
me much more comfortable with public speaking and storytelling in general, but I can
pinpoint the start of it all to that second grade class with Mrs. Sheridan. A story is powerful.
A story is enjoyable. A story is bold.