Icebreaker #15 | What was your favorite subject in school?

This is the fifteenth and final installment of my Icebreaker series. Find your backpack and cram your Trapper Keeper inside!

What was your favorite subject in school?

Here I am with hair and trombones. I still have those trombones. The hair, not so much.

Here I am with hair and trombones. I still have those trombones. The hair, not so much.

You may already know that I was king of the band geeks in high school. It would stand to reason that music classes would have been my favorite. And I think if I were to answer this question in high school, I would have agreed.

Looking back now though, I think my favorite subject in high school was English, specifically AP Literature and AP Composition. And it turns out, those are the subjects that have impacted me most.

I mean, I worked for a bookstore for ten years because I love books. I write daily on this blog of mine. I have aspirations of being published in a variety of forms. And I work for a publisher, albeit in the marketing department.

You know the last time I played my trombone? Me neither. Now, I don’t regret taking any of the music classes that I took, and at one time I considered becoming a band teacher (but let’s be honest—I’m glad that I don’t have to listen to junior high or high school students learn how to play the clarinet).

My favorite subject is still related to reading and writing.

How about you? What is yours?

I am popular.

It happened the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school.

Freshman year found me floundering between social groups. The shift from junior high to high school forced people into more stringently defined cliques, but there were a few of us who were not so easily accepted into one of the established groups (the stoners, the jocks, the honor students, etc.)

But when I walked through the front doors as a tenth-grader, I was firmly planted in the popular crowd. My friends were the kids that other kids wanted to be. The girls of the group were the pretty, smart girls that boys desired. The boys of the group were the sporty (soccer) ones who ranked consistently at the top of the class in grades and future earning potential. And though my grades were not so good, nor my physique so muscular, nor my face so beautiful, I was accepted as one of their own.

I felt a bit like Jane Goodall, only the apes were the cool kids, and I was the older white lady that they accepted into their midst.

So what happened?

Montana happened.

ccbc_logo_highlightI mean, it didn’t come into existence and suddenly cause me to be popular. Rather, I went to Montana on a mission trip with my church and came back with close relationships to the crowd that would become my crowd for the rest of my high school experience.

It was the type of trip that was custom designed to either force people to be close or drive people to cannibalism. We drove in a small church bus from Grand Rapids, Michigan to the southwestern tip of Montana, visiting some National Parks along the way. I remember the trip being hot and the bus quickly smelling of sweat, angst, and hormones.

I was one of the four guys on the trip (there were two Joshes and two Steves) among the twelve or so girls on the trip. Naturally, each guy came home with three girlfriends apiece. Okay, no, but I’m sure none of the guys would have minded.

Anyway, our crew bonded well on the road. In the absence of our normal cliques, we were allowed to show our true personalities. Senses of humor emerged. People spoke to each other who would never have spoken previously. And all it took was a bit of heat and a few days of close quarters without access to regular showers.

When we got back home, miraculously, the relationships stuck, and I was invited to join the group of cool kids at school. There was no formal ceremony or anything, and probably most of it was in my head, but I felt accepted for who I was by people who had seen me at my smelliest. That was a good feeling.

Thinking back now, I am inclined to think that the difference between my social scene from freshman year to sophomore year had only a bit to do with other kids accepting me and everything to do with me accepting that I could be liked for who I am. And so, popularity is not something that is dependent on others, but a mindset that make it possible for you to accept yourself.

I humbly accept…

Jodi Picoult

There’s that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commercial writers get all the success.

– Jodi Picoult, Author of 18 novels

According to this quote by Jodi Picoult, I have become a literary blogger as of late. In the last few weeks, I’ve been nominated for a few blogging awards, which I think is just wonderful, because I’m a person who appreciates appreciation.

Also, it is nice to know that I’m not simply writing into the void.

My thanks go to the people who nominated me:

According to the rules of these awards, I’m supposed to say 7 things about myself and then nominate 15 other people for each award. I’ll give you the 7 things, but the 15 other blogs seems a bit chain-letter-y, so I’ll just list some awesome blogs without keeping too close a track on numbers. For the people who do find their links here, take your pick of these awards and tell your friends that you got it here.

7 Things about Josh Mosey

  1. I am happily married (sorry ladies!)to the most beautiful, smart, and hardworking woman in the world (sorry men!).
  2. I took a class in college where I learned how to tie knots and juggle.
  3. I am the founding president of the Valhalla Norwegian Society.
  4. I have more hair on the underside of my arms than most people.
  5. In high school, I helped a non-existent student run for class office, and though he did not win, he beat one of the more popular girls from school.
  6. I have never been afraid to make a fool of myself.
  7. I am afraid of fish.

There you go. The dirty truths come out.

Here are some links.

Some are writers, others are religiously themed. Be sure to visit them all, because they are all quite good.

As it turns out, I came up with 15 links after all, but that was only by happenstance. These are the blogs that I make it a point to read as often as they put new content up.

Thanks again to the folks who nominated me, and thanks to everyone who reads my blog. I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to keep it going for this long.

Meet the Cast Tuesday | Ian Langston

Last week, I introduced the main character of my WIP, a teen boy named Daniel who finds out that he is half-angel. This week we look at Daniel’s roommate and best friend, Ian Langston.

Ian is the only child of only children. His parents died in a house fire when he was very young. In the blaze, Ian’s dad carried him outside then ran back in for his mom. Neither came back out. Without any living relatives or friends to take him in, Ian entered the system and wound up at Stockton’s Home for Disadvantaged Boys.

In spite of a traumatic beginning, Ian has the best sense of humor in the story. I know that I shouldn’t, but I laugh out loud when I read what Ian says. Here’s a sample:

            Daniel turned to see if Ian was still in bed, but it was impossible to be sure, as the bottom bunk was home to the cleanest of the piles of clothes. The question was answered a second later when Daniel overheard Ian’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“I’m pretty sure that Daniel would want me to have his strips of bacon, Mr. Stockton. He’s very giving that way.”

“No, I’m not!” shouted Daniel from the top of the stairs outside his bedroom. “Touch my bacon and I’ll stab you with a fork!”

“Easy Tiger!” Ian shouted back defensively. “We need to work on that temper of yours. I’ll accept your apology in the form of bacon.”

Remember when this was the best that digital cameras had to offer?

Look at that hair. Just look at it. It's hair. Ah, the good, old days.

Ian is probably based on how I remember myself in high school. I wasn’t big in sports, but I was big. I was more of a band geek than anything. I enjoyed being the funny guy. It worked for me. And that’s how I’ve tried to write Ian’s character.

Of course, in order to have some depth, we’ll learn more about Ian’s past and the truth about the fire that killed his parents. But I won’t go into that here. You’ll just have to pick up the book when it is published.

Any publishers out there want a surefire hit with a half-angel lead and a witty best friend?