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the studying I had to do for that school term, but I was
through before the week was over, and then what?

So, when I was eleven, it occurred to me that if I wrote my
own books, I could then reread them at my leisure. I never
really wrote a complete book, of course. I would start one
and keep rambling on with it till I outgrew it and then I would
start another. All these early writings are forever gone,
though I remember some of the details quite clearly.

In the spring of 1934 I took a special English course given
at my high school (Boys' High School in Brooklyn) that
placed the accent on writing. The teacher was also faculty
adviser for the semiannual literary magazine put out by the
students, and it was his intention to gather material. I took
that course.

It was a humiliating experience. I was fourteen at the time,
and a rather green and innocent fourteen. I wrote trifles, while
everyone else in the class (who were sixteen apiece) wrote
sophisticated, tragic mood pieces. All of them made no par-
ticular secret of their scorn for me, and though I resented it
bitterly there was nothing I could do about it.

For a moment I thought I had them when one of my
products was accepted for the semiannual literary magazine
while many of theirs were rejected. Unfortunately the teacher
told me, with callous insensitivity, that mine was the only item
submitted that was humorous and that since he had to have
one non-tragic piece he was forced to take it.

It was called "Little Brothers," dealt with the arrival of my
own little brother five years earlier, and was my first piece of
published material of any kind. I suppose it can be located in
the records at Boys' High, but I don't have it

Sometimes I wonder what happened to all those great
tragic writers in the class. I don't remember a single name
and I have no intention of ever trying to find outЧbut I
sometimes wonder.

It was not until May 29, 1937 (according to a date I once
jotted downЧthough that was before I began my diary, so I
won't swear to it), that the vague thought occurred to me that
I ought to write something for professional publication; some-
thing that would be paid for! Naturally it would have to be a
science fiction story, for I had been an avid science fiction
fan since 1929 and I recognized no other form of literature
as in any way worthy of my efforts.