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Heather Killough-Walden | A Journey from Failure to Angels …and stops along the way
Author Guest / October 16, 2011

I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. Actually, that’s not 100% true. In my heart, I knew I had one gift, one love, and one hobby that were a three-in-one slam dunk of inner happiness. I nearly flunked out of high school because all I could do was sit there during Calculus class and pen short stories about romance and vampires (which I’d been obsessed with since I’d fallen in love with The Count on Sesame Street at the age of four) to my best friend. I didn’t even care if it irritated the teacher. All that mattered to me was getting to the next tooth-sinking, grip-tightening, desperation-filled moment of maddening lust and writing about it in vivid detail. Obviously, that one gift-given hobby that I loved was bad news; it almost deprived me of a high school diploma, it sure as hell wasn’t going to pay the rent one day. At least that’s what everyone and their poodle was very fond of telling me. So, when I want to college, I started with an empty slate, not really interested in anything. Because of this, I took classes in, basically, everything. I took classes…