Writing has always been a cathartic activity for me.
I write when I'm upset or confused and, after just a few minutes, I start to feel better.
Writing about failures or challenging situations helps me clarify my thinking so that I can sort through the muck and figure out what my next steps might be.
Writing allows me to uncover what was hidden and is no longer so.
Writing can free me up so I can discover a better version of myself.
To uncover something I didn't know.
To sift through the parts in order to get to the whole.
The whole that matters.
Writing does that for me.
And, just as quickly, a perceived barrier to making my writing public can shut me down.
If I can't write publicly about a controversial topic without feeling vulnerable, then I feel lost.
Untethered.
Groundless.
Without a backbone.
Trapped.
I want to write without worrying that I will offend someone. But the fact of the matter is that every piece of good, honest writing will always offend someone. If that someone is a co-worker, friend or family, then I have to censor myself. Either I have to dance around the topic or simply write for myself, rather than for a larger community. Of course, while there's nothing wrong with that, this is the kind of writing that begs for an audience outside of myself.
Sigh.
So, the last few days have been difficult.
I have been working with my students on declaring strengths, and setting goals and plans for reaching those goals in academic and social areas.
And, it has been hard!
We haven't done any reading or writing outside of what was needed for setting goals.
Tomorrow my students will confer with their parents about their goals.
I look forward to seeing how my students frame their goals and how they respond to their parents' questions.
I look forward to stepping back and thinking about this process. About how to make it more authentic. How to guide my students to set goals that are truly theirs. Goals over which they feel ownership. In order to do this, I will be asking my students for their perspectives.
After the feelings of frustration and helplessness wear away, I will reflect on the good, the bad and the ugly in order to hopefully create something better and more meaningful.
I can already feel the waves of frustration and anger slipping away. I feel the calm settling in.
I am ready to witness my students' brilliance shining through.
Writing does that for me.
Cross posted to the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Tuesday
I write when I'm upset or confused and, after just a few minutes, I start to feel better.
Writing about failures or challenging situations helps me clarify my thinking so that I can sort through the muck and figure out what my next steps might be.
Writing allows me to uncover what was hidden and is no longer so.
Writing can free me up so I can discover a better version of myself.
To uncover something I didn't know.
To sift through the parts in order to get to the whole.
The whole that matters.
Writing does that for me.
And, just as quickly, a perceived barrier to making my writing public can shut me down.
If I can't write publicly about a controversial topic without feeling vulnerable, then I feel lost.
Untethered.
Groundless.
Without a backbone.
Trapped.
I want to write without worrying that I will offend someone. But the fact of the matter is that every piece of good, honest writing will always offend someone. If that someone is a co-worker, friend or family, then I have to censor myself. Either I have to dance around the topic or simply write for myself, rather than for a larger community. Of course, while there's nothing wrong with that, this is the kind of writing that begs for an audience outside of myself.
Sigh.
So, the last few days have been difficult.
I have been working with my students on declaring strengths, and setting goals and plans for reaching those goals in academic and social areas.
And, it has been hard!
We haven't done any reading or writing outside of what was needed for setting goals.
Tomorrow my students will confer with their parents about their goals.
I look forward to seeing how my students frame their goals and how they respond to their parents' questions.
I look forward to stepping back and thinking about this process. About how to make it more authentic. How to guide my students to set goals that are truly theirs. Goals over which they feel ownership. In order to do this, I will be asking my students for their perspectives.
After the feelings of frustration and helplessness wear away, I will reflect on the good, the bad and the ugly in order to hopefully create something better and more meaningful.
I can already feel the waves of frustration and anger slipping away. I feel the calm settling in.
I am ready to witness my students' brilliance shining through.
Writing does that for me.
Cross posted to the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Tuesday
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