[I'm working in July as a substitute assistant teacher in a pre-school where my mother does physical therapy. Today was my first day. With about an hour left to the day, the music teacher came.]
Teacher: This is [my mom's name]'s daughter.
Music Teacher: Oh...you're the writer?
Me: Heh, yeah.
Music Teacher: Yeah, I had a whole conversation with your mom after graduation.* You know, soon after that I got an email from the father of one of the kids who thought I did such a good job with the graduation, and I saw that on the bottom of the email there was a link to a website. I clicked on it and saw that this boy's father is an author! A really big one.
Me: Oh, cool.
Music Teacher: Yeah, I thought of you. I don't know if you've heard of him or not...Gordon Korman?
Me: [thinking: did I hear that correctly?] Gordon Korman?! I used to read his books! Oh my gosh! That's so cool!
Music Teacher: Yeah! So I wrote him back and we're going out for coffee so I can pick his brain because I'm thinking about writing kids' books also. I'll mention it to your mom.
Me: ::starry-eyed:: Reeeaaally???
Gordon Korman...Jerry Spinelli...Louis Sachar...ah, childhood.
But how cool is that?!
*I went to the pre-school graduation a few weeks ago.