When I was about twelve, I suddenly developed a great passion for writing poetry. I gave up all my other hobbies, such as collecting stamps, and spent all my spare time reading poetry and writing it. This habit of writing poetry on every possible occasion soon got me into trouble. If a lesson did not interest me, I would take out my notebook and start writing poems in class. One day while I was busy writing a poem during a geography lesson, I looked up to find the teacher angrily standing over me bemuse I was not paying attention. He tore the poem up, with a warning not to waste time in his lesson. All the same I was convinced that I had written a good poem, so that evening I wrote it out again from memory. Not long after, I read about a poetry contest and I decided to send in my poem. Weeks later I got a letter informing me I had won first prize. Everyone at school was very impressed except that geography teacher, who watched me more careful than ever.
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