It’s been longer than I realized since I last blogged on this site; I have spent a lot of time in connecting with like-minded teachers, especially ELA teachers, mostly through Twitter and some through Facebook. I have been very fortunate to meet many of them over the past two NCTE conventions (#NCTE17 and #NCTE18). And, I will be honest, I have been a bit intimidated by their success in various online media; if I wasn’t sure before if I had anything valuable to say, I certainly felt they had much more important things to say than I did. Imposter syndrome at it’s ugliest. So, I have decided to jump back on the blogging bandwagon (it is still a bandwagon, right?). I plan to post at least once a month about something I am doing in my classroom that is going well. And whenever I read a book that I think would be good in my classroom library, or when I read an ARC (thank you, again, #NCTE18), I will post those reviews.
But, to get back into writing, I have decided to post some previously writing creative pieces. I have written these over the years of my participation/coaching/co-directing @EIWP (Eastern Illinois Writing Project). Quite frankly, these posts are more scary to share than what I’m doing in my classroom since I don’t consider myself a creative writer. I have created a new page titled “My Creative Writing.” In the blog, I will post an explanation and a link to the piece.
My first piece is a poem in the format of an I Am poem:
I wrote this “I Am” poem in July 2006; on the one-year anniversary of a student’s death from leukemia, I found myself on a writing crawl to the local cemetery with the Eastern Illinois University’s Taste of the Writing Project. I thought the day would be sad but that I could handle the hour since my student was buried in another state. The panic attack set in within twenty minutes; I fled to a friend’s house and then spent the next few days of the Writing Project trying to write this poem (another participant had demonstrated the “I Am” poem format on the first day).