I've told my students many times how much I enjoy watching them write. I mean it: the calm, the beauty, knowing that for a moment maybe they're going someplace that belongs only to them. So in all my classes I ask them to keep journals, usually a series of entries following prompts I come up with. I'll do an entry at the same time, but I like to put my pen down and listen. It's a humbling kind of thing, this sense that for a moment we're at play on the fields of language, so to speak.
I also keep a blooper file. Here's the latest entry: Once dead, you have to gut and skin the animal. I'll run this by the class tomorrow, first saluting their (anonymous) classmate for beginning the sentence with a modifier instead of, as usual, the grammtical subject. Come to think of it, I might use this line in 20 minutes when I go into my creative writing class, saying, as a prompt, what else do you have to do once dead?
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
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My class was full, but when we realized her grandfather had delivered me, I let her in.
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