Monday, September 2, 2013

Writing is not easy



Since my last post, I’ve been brainstorming what to write about this week. I keep coming up short. My problem is that there are so many ideas, concerns, lists, and thoughts swirling through my brain right now that it is hard to pick an area on which to focus.

Then I remembered learning about one of Don Murray’s writing tenets (if you don’t know who Don Murray is, you soon will. I’ll talk about him quite a bit in class, and on this blog I’m sure, throughout the year). Whenever you get stuck, just remember: to write, you just have to say one thing.

My one thing I want you to know? Writing is not easy.

Often times people--whether they are students learning to navigate the process of writing, or adults who feel their time to learn the process has come and gone--get hung up on being a “bad” writer because they don’t think they have something to say. I am guilty of this myself. It is one of the reasons I was so hesitant to take on blogging. But then I remember the whole point of this blog is to model writing for my students—the good, bad, fun, difficult, and messy, as well as the feeling of relief and accomplishment that comes along with writing something you didn’t think was going to turn out anywhere near “good enough.” Good enough will depend on your audience and purpose as well as on your own sense of what you feel is acceptable.

For me, the majority of what I’ve written is barely good enough because I am my own worst critic. But I’ve learned that I have to let that critic go so that I don’t get in my way. Saying just one thing becomes pretty difficult when you’re always second-guessing yourself.

Because you may not feel you are measuring up to your own idea of good enough, writing takes dedication. “You need to put your butt in the chair” as Don Murray would say. (Two mentions in one post!)  But it also takes perseverance because even when you find that one thing to say, it often comes out pretty messy and in need of polishing. At this stage you can either give up, claiming you are a “bad” writer, or you can stick with it until you feel that sense of accomplishment and relief I mentioned earlier.

As we enter into the new school year, I am hoping that if you count yourself in the former category, we’ll be able to develop your skills so that you can confidently become the latter. And to those of you who believe writing is easy, great! I can’t wait to watch you challenge yourself to take risks in your writing and push yourselves to the next level.

Get those pencils sharpened and pens poised. We have many pages to fill, and “miles to go before [we] sleep” (Frost line 15).

Works Cited
Frost, Robert. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." PoemHunter.com. N.p., 17 Jan. 2012. Web. 2 Sept. 2013.










Monday, August 26, 2013

For you, Class of 2018


You're going to get a great deal of advice over the next few weeks. Whenever you tell someone that you're a freshman in high school, inevitably you'll hear the following:
  • Enjoy high school. The next four years are going to fly by!
  • Even freshman year counts for college, so don't slack off!
  • The pool is on the fifth floor. (This is the only piece of advice here that won't be said in an enthusiastic tone, rather with a smirk on the faces of the speaker and his/ her cronies.)

I wish I could say that the advice I'm going to extend were less cliche, or more profound than the above, but I can't. Though you may hear it from many other people, please keep it tucked in whichever mental file you review every now and then: be you.
I had the pleasure of seeing Wicked at the Boston Opera House last year. Though I enjoy The Wizard of Oz, I don't claim to be a super enthusiastic viewer of the movie. I like it, but I don't go crazy when it's on TV. (I save my excitement for the likes of Elf, Steel Magnolias, or any of the Bourne trilogy.)
Anyway, I love musicals, I like The Wizard of Oz, and everyone I've ever met goes crazy over Wicked. It did not disappoint. It wasn't just that there are scenes of boarding school reminiscent of Hogwarts or that the music is fabulous that made me love the show. It was Elphaba, the "wicked" witch, who made me love the show.
She's green, she's a pariah because she's green, and even though it is hard, she embraces her verdigris as well as a teen trying to fit in can. I don't want to write any spoilers, but she stays true to her beliefs even amidst some fierce opposition. As I watched the other characters shun Elphaba, and saw her pick herself up--or try to dance her blues away--I thought of you all and hoped you'd all be your own versions of Elphaba.
Whatever your "oddity" might be--your offbeat ideas, your atypical fashion, or whatever might set you apart--do not bow to others' thoughts about what normal or cool is. By the way, I have some authority on this topic. As a freshman I once busted out the African Anteater Ritual from Can't Buy Me Love at a dance attended by all four grades. (Ask your parents...or YouTube it if you don't know why that might be kind of strange.)
What makes being a high school teacher so much fun is that I get to know each of my students' unique personalities and learn from perspectives I might never have considered. As Miranda Lambert says, "ever since the beginning to keep the world spinning it takes all kinds of kinds..."
For a rich classroom community, the more diverse the better. Conversations go deeper and class always goes by much faster. So don't stifle who you are because it might please others or garner you favor with a certain crowd. You'll find your niche.
Oh, and enjoy. These next four years are going to fly by!