The human mind is the woooorst. This post about Green Day's 'Saviors' got some activity today, and seeing it again made me realize I basically Your-Trek-Neighbors'ed Green Day.
Which reminded me that, in ninth grade English class, the teacher very adamantly insisted it was not possible to write fiction in second person POV. I said no, you're wrong, I have read such a thing. She said to bring it the next day.
I went home, got out my printed copy of Your Trek Neighbors, and immediately decided there was too much sex for me to bring that in to show a nun who would no doubt find my reading material inappropriate and tell god knows who and ruin my life god knows how.
It still bugs me that she probably thought she was right and I had just misremembered the POV.
















