A great thing about blogging is not having to organize, outline, structure, and generally fret about what I write. I usually edit and revise anyway, but I don't feel I absolutely have to do so before hitting that "Publish Post" button.
I spent some time this afternoon skimming through a few textbooks about teaching writing to ESL students and tomorrow I'll start teaching a short course to my students about how to teach writing to their students. It's starting to feel a bit like an Escher poster.
In the spirit of Frank McCourt (we read about him a few weeks ago and he talks in one of his books about telling his own story to his high school students in NYC, and about finally taking the advice he'd been giving them about writing, the result being Angela's Ashes), I'm considering telling my class that I was so nervous about writing in grad school that I literally became physically sick to my stomach. I can remember the instructor of the class that made me vomit, though I don't actually remember the subject of the paper, or even the title of the course.
Sometimes it strikes me as extremely funny, in a black humor "the gods must be crazy" kind of way, that I'm doing this work. I suspect "going where I have to go" isn't just geographic in this case.
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