I have to mention that while my writing has never been officially rejected, there is one man who tore my writing apart. Don't worry, it wasn't as bad as it sounds, and I could not be more grateful for all the red ink my teacher used on my papers. He asked me a question I often wish I had the nerve to ask others: "What do you actually mean? Will you re-read what you wrote, because I don't understand it."
I liked big words a lot when I was a freshman in high school (and I still sometimes do), but I learned that the thesaurus on my computer more often than not is my worst enemy. Thanks Mr. O'Loughlin. I promise not to use fancy words just to sound smart.
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