Ron Dre hasn’t taken my writing class yet, but he’s already written half of a book and given it to me to read. This class could really work out.

I wrote about Ron Dre a couple of weeks ago.

It took the Army Of Good only two days to pay his tuition for this year and next at Bishop Maginn. Ron asked me if he could join my eight-week Writing Workshop at the school, which starts in October.

I said I would be happy to have him in my class.

Ron’s former principal said he was one of the best students she had ever seen. I can see why. When Ron and I talked, he told me he was interested in Greek Mythology, especially Poseidon, God of the Sea.

I sent him some books about Poseidon.

Today he came up to me at Bishop Maginn and asked if I still wanted him in the class, and I said yes, and he smiled and said he had written six chapters of his book, “The Search For Medusa.”

I was pleasantly surprised, but when I got home and read the chapters, I was floored.

He writes well and clearly, I’ve had a lot of much older students who couldn’t write as well.

He’s deeply into a science fiction tale about an eight-year-old boy pulled into the water and nearly drowned. Gasping for breath, he finds himself face to face with Poseidon, who turns him into a demi-god, altering his life and causing his mother great alarm.

The chapters are: A Monster Tried to Drown Me,  My Father is Poseidon, whaaaat?; I Killed My First Monster, My Mom Knew All Along, My Best Friend Is a Satyr?

He got me from the beginning, he even knows how to foreshadow: “I never really believed in monsters until I was eight. I went to my mother’s friend’s son’s pool party. Everyone in my class went, including my best friend, Luke Carmet.”

Ron writes in a clear and clean narrative, he uses anecdotes, believable dialogue, and writes with humor and self-awareness. He also explores the complex dynamics of a mother who discovers her son is now a demi-God, but still an eight-year-old child who suddenly is called up on to battle and kill monsters.

I can’t wait for Medusa to show up. Medusa was a monster in Greek Mythology, a Gorgon, generally described as a winged human female with living venomous snakes in place of hair. People who gazed upon her face were turned to stone.

Ron said he loves Bishop Maginn. He has great teachers good friends. He said he made the right choice by coming there.

My class will have eight to ten students. Each one will write his or her own story, and when the class is over, I intend to self-publish the book, Tales Of Bishop Maginn. I’ll work with the class together, and then one on one.

I’ll give each of the students three books: Where I Was From, by Joan Didion, Turtles All The Way Down, by John Green, and Saving Simon, by me. The reading is mostly voluntary, we’ll pick out a few essays and chapters to talk about.

I want them to get used to showing their work to the class, and I want them to understand that we all have important stories to tell. I hope to inspire them to be authentic in their writing, even when it is difficult, even when it makes people uncomfortable, as I so often do.

The cardinal rule of writing for me is to never lie to myself, or to other people. Like I love to say, you get the good Katz and the bad Katz, but you will always get the real one. If you are doing your job, some people will not like you.

I’m delighted we were able to help Ron Dre stay in Bishop Maginn. He loves it there.

I hope we can do the same for Melak, so far, we’ve raised only $500 over four days to help with her tuition. Fund-raising is always unpredictable, Melak is charismatic, intelligent and strong. I believe we’ll get there.

This very gifted child is a refugee twice over, once Iraq, once in Syria.

She needs some safety and peace, she’s lived through Hell twice with grace and courage,  she needs to be at Bishop Maginn. If you can help, please send a contribution toward her tuition to Mike Tolan, Principal, Bishop Maginn High School, 75 Park Avenue, Albany, N.Y., 12202.

All contributions are tax-deductible. Mike is hoping for $4,000.

Bishop Maginn is a special place. Love lives there.