Invisible ink
For my twenty-first in 1998, various people submitted written anecdotes. The following was submitted by my grade four teacher, Miss Norman.
It was end of year exam time. Everyone, including Adrian, was furiously putting their ideas on paper. Imagine my surprise at the end of the lesson when Adrian handed up a blank sheet of paper. When questioned about the lack of writing I was told it was written in invisible ink and if I held it up at the window I would be able to read it. This was perfectly true. Apparently Adrian’s pen had run out of ink the lesson prior to his exam but he had relentlessly carried on. Needless to say he re-did his story using a new pen. Some teachers just don’t seem to have a sense of adventure!
Incidentally, everyone used to complain about my handwriting. Were these complaints justified? Click on the thumbnail below to see samples of my handwriting from when I was nine, and judge for yourself.
