One of my students last semester wrote some amazing pieces in my literature class. The theme was the urban environment, and when I saw how talented he was, I kept encouraging him to do creative writing rather than literary analysis. Inspired by the poetry of Audre Lorde, he began writing down things he saw when he when he was wandering about in the city. We all especially loved these character sketches that he wrote in the form of poems. When he read them aloud, I could just picture the woman sitting at the bus stop, the homeless man on the corner, or the waitress at the diner. His details were carefully chosen, and his imagery vivid.
At the end of the semester, I said to him, "Your writing is fantastic. What kind of career are you planning?"
Everyone in the class looked at him expectantly.
He shrugged. "I don't know. Something with a gun and a uniform."