Perhaps the thing I've ever regreted doing was entering this poetry contest (this assistant teacher told me about it so I thought it was legit) and thinking I was going to be the next Emily Dickinson or Robert Frost. Instead I only got one poem published and it was after several envelopes asking me to send more money (which regretably I did). Finally after like twelve envelopes my dad wrote them a letter asking them to send us the book that said poetry is in, and when it finally arrived, everything was in small print, not the large professional presentation we were expecting. To make matters worse, they didn't include the original illustration that I had sent along with my poem (I guess I had to pay extra in order for them to include that with my entry. To this day I still have no idea what had happened to my drawing. Hopefully it wasn't tossed, but framed and hanging on someone's wall.