
Natalie Goldberg is the author of many books on writing including two of my old favorites, Writing Down the Bones and Wild Mind. I am ordering her latest one on memoir. Some of her writing is included in the readings for the week. She writes:
"The
basic unit of writing practice is the timed exercise. You may time
yourself for ten minutes, twenty minutes, or an hour. It's up to
you....What does matter is that whatever amount of time you choose for
that session, you must commit yourself to it for the full period."
(Writing Down the Bones)
"A
writing practice is simply picking up a pen, a fast-writing pen,
preferably, since the mind is faster than the hand, and doing timed
writing exercises. The idea is to keep your hand moving for, say, ten
minutes, and don’t cross anything out, because that makes space for
your inner editor to come in. You are free to write the worst junk in
America." (interview)
So
in the Virtual Institute, you are challenged to take just ten minutes
out of your day to write. The next step is to post your writings in the
Virtual Journal. Post at least three times. The important thing is to practice writing. As Goldberg says,
"The more you do it, the better you get at it." Post entries in reply
to this post and remember you may comment on classmates' posts.
Feedback and response is always appreciated.

As I think about writing I've realized I don't do any personal writing at all. All my writing is linked to teaching: lesson plans, emails, etc. Writing or reflecting 10 minutes at night about my day would be interesting, plus a great way for me to reflect about what went well and things I've might have changed with my third graders. But, I've got to remember about personal writing. The teaching profession consumes so much of our time doesn't it? BUT, I love it!
ReplyDeleteIt is so true... we write all day long. On the board, on a projector, in emails, etc... but how much do we really think about or put a lot of effort or thought into our own emails. You reminded me of this and made me wonder when is the last time I wrote someone a letter by hand or a heart felt email. I'm pretty good at making and sending a card to a family member or friend. When was the last time I wrote a meaningful letter that might make a difference locally or in a wider scope. I think this class will be great for helping us stop and think about what we do with ourselves daily. Great thoughts here!
DeleteTruer words were never said Katie. Teaching consumes us and most of our writing is around what we do, but as you say I love it. People always ask when I plan to retire and I tell them "I hope never." Although I am not sure a district would want a person of 80+ running around the classroom. Both my mother and my dearest friend taught in some capacity until their mid 80’s so LETS ROCK ON!
DeleteOh my, your post rang so true! When I sit down to do my writes, I am thinking of the lesson plans, notebooks, grading, and numerous forms I need to complete. But I finally realized I just need to do it!. I have to take some time before bed, where I can write while my 2 year old sleeps and I have no other responsibilities. I am having trouble deciding whether to do it digitally or by hand. Well I have a few days left to try it both ways! WRITE ON!
DeleteWell my ten minute write was just erased into cyber land somewhere! GRRR. So here is a synopsis of what I just wrote. Though we write all day everyday for our class and for our students I think that it is important to take the time to write for ourselves and for our students. As I said on the forum, I have just launched Writer's Workshop/Notebook in my 2nd grade class. We use this daily and sometimes they don't know what to write, so our next step is making a list like the one Natalie Goldberg wrote for us. The other thing I do in my room constantly is write for my kids to see. They see me write while they write, this gives me 10-15 minutes a day to write about what I am thinking about and/or vent. This also models to my students how they will use writing after 2nd grade and that sometimes I get stuck to. They love to share their writings and they love to hear mine. I think that this is a great way to use our various writings throughout the day in productive way for us!
DeleteI couldn't agree with you more. I wrote twice this week for the 10 minute allotted time and was actually surprised by how quickly the time went by. I too have never really written for myself so this was truly a new experience. I appreciate Goldberg's philosophy about not stopping and writing whatever comes to mind. I found the process to be quite refreshing. I'm looking forward to trying this with my students. So often I give them writing prompts or something for them to write about. It'll be interesting to see what happens when I say just write and give them time to do so. I'm thinking that many will just sit there and say, "I don't know what to write!"
Delete10 minutes quick writes – coincidence that we were recently doing this with 3rd graders. Many children sat there with their blank pieces of paper, staring at them. I had to do my least favorite part of teaching – nagging them. I was circulating, telling individuals to just get their pencils on their papers, even if it was to write, “I don’t know what to write.” But you know, some great ideas sprang up from these sessions. I required that they start with a fresh piece of paper each time we did this, rather than try to continue stories they were working on. I encouraged them that these were “snippets” that might be seeds for a new piece, a piece in itself, a piece of a piece that could be used in another story, or a piece that was never used again. Possibilities were endless.
ReplyDeleteI wrote as they did, and later told them how interesting it was. I found that my thoughts might wander around quite a bit at first, and then settle into a thought that kept going. The children were usually pleased with what they wrote. Some spurred story ideas that they continued, and one was a release of angry emotions.
I have found that children write most when they are given the freedom to write whatever they want. Many teachers find it difficult to dedicate an hour to a writing workshop, as there is so much pressure for other academics. Certainly we can integrate writing into other subjects, but I’ve found that that creative license for everyone to write at the same time is very focused, with lots of learning and pride in sharing.
Some say that children should stick with nonfiction, personal narratives, writing about what they know and have experienced. But children are also so full of imagination, and that fuels their motivation to write. So I think patience through the stories about video games, or battles, or other fantasy (especially with boys) is well worth it and often quite skillfully created. Within those stories you can still address the six traits and other writing skills. Patience paid off for me with a 2nd grade boy who wrote battle story after battle story, then one day without prompting wrote a wonderfully touching story about his sister.
Dragons. I needed patience through the dragon period of one of my students. My middle school student wrote volumes and volumes of what I considered unbearable dragon porn. I was laughing as I read your post because it was so familiar. I was completely frustrated with my writing workshop and dragons and my patience was completely gone. I told Jason (not his real name)that he was forbidden to write about dragon or anything even resembling dragons for two weeks. I got short, dull, lifeless pieces about the bus ride home and how he spent his Thanksgiving vacation watching TV. I gave up and sent him back to dragons. We worked on the six traits, and his writing--not his subject--improved. By the end of the year, I was looking forward (somewhat) to reading his fantasy dragon stories because they were at least well crafted.
DeleteWhat a true to life post! I really enjoyed reading these two sentences "I was completely frustrated with my writing workshop and dragons and my patience was completely gone." Then, "We worked on the six traits, and his writing-not his subject-improved." The Narnia stories, the Harry Potter stories and the Lord of the Ring stories are once again showing me that both children and adults like an epic quality to tap into to read and write about.
DeleteDuring 11 minutes of my lunch today, I typed a highly personal and confessional 421-word paper. It came out as a kind of confused and self-conscious circular iteration of the interpersonal conflicts I have successfully navigated this week - and the different ways I could frame the conflicts and the origin in general of my views on conflict. I definitely would not post it on this blog.
ReplyDeleteThis sort of writing is an interesting process, but the product is disorganized and somewhat useless - it simply seems to pick up a few of the bajillion thoughts I seem to have every day. I like prompts that focus my lens of thinking in a more specific direction. Some people, perhaps, can benefit from this freedom, just as some students are best when set free with an art medium just to learn. However, I think most students of writing (which aren't we all students of writing?) need more direction than "write freely", just as most painting students are assigned subjects to study and qualities to focus on (light/dark contrast, proportion, etc.).
For tomorrow, I will definitely be choosing an assignment before I begin to write, and will also choose one of the six traits of writing to focus on...
I mean:
Delete"on which to focus..." Oops!
If you are more comfortable with prompts, I like that you are deciding to give them to yourself. The idea is that practice is good and as teachers we so seldom practice. The idea of sitting down and freely writing for ten minutes is intimidating to many, mundane to some, and freeing to others. That is why I like for teachers to explore that venue as well as many others during the class. One size does not fit all. I have had great experiences with students of all ages including my college students using free writing approaches, but not with all students. As you noted, Fiona, this is an exercise about process, not product. It is a beginning, not an end. I hesitate to say "most" students on almost anything. In my experience, students need different approaches and guidance as the year progresses. What they need in September is not what they need in March.
DeleteFiona, I too found my writing to be disjointed. It seem to ramble on and on with many fragements; fragmented sentences and fragmented thinking. What I did like about this process was the time I was taking for myself. In my twenties I would fill diary after diary about my life reflecting and listening to the inner dwellings of my heart. As I've aged and added more responsibilities: teaching, a house, husband, children, etc. I find I am pushed to the side. I'm doing, doing, doing without taking the time to just be. For ten minutes I was able to just be with myself and write.
DeleteI do like your idea of having a focus for my writing because maybe I'll actually produce something worthwhile that I will want to share.
Dear Sondra-
DeleteI apologize if my comment came across as a criticism on your teaching methods or your assignments. I was reflecting on my experience with the process in a "free writing" sort of way, and didn’t mean to be speaking in absolutes. Reading back over my comment and your reply, I agree with your view of freewriting as being useful to different people at different times, and I thought my experience trying and “failing” at it told me a lot about where I am at this point in the process.
The personal stuff that I vented in the 10 minutes I "wrote freely" was inappropriate to publish in a public forum (at least in an unaltered way - I love the confessional writings of some authors!). I was reflecting on the fact that this is not a good way for me to write – at this stage in my uncertain and chaotic life.
In college, my favorite professor took a “free writing” approach to our art making. Most of the class hated it, but we had to create 100 art pieces in one week. There is no question that a lot of it was crap – but a lot more, when we took it seriously, inspired some of our best works as a class. Another art professor had us create 40 oil paintings in a week. These were staggering assignments that were all about process - we didn't have time to second guess. They were unforgettable learning experiences critical to my intellectual development.
Anyway, thanks for calling me out. I appreciate your perspective, and it gave me the opportunity to reconsider the assignment and it’s value to me in my learning and teaching.
No apologies please! I like the dialogue. Your post also made me think a bit about reinforcing your comment about process. Writing helps me think and deconstruct I think when we write we are more likely to be looking closely at what we believe. When we engage in written conversations and dialogue with others, we are even more deliberate and thoughtful.
DeleteAgree! At this point to sit down and write for 10-15 minutes, sure I get things out on paper and it looks like I used the time constructively, but I'm not sure. I find myself writing "To Do lists," "Shopping lists" "Behavior plans" What I did this last weekend" and "wedding plans" all in one paper. Though my topic isn't concentrated on one topic I think it is healthy for me to get it out and maybe next write I will organize those thought a bit more so I can actually write about one thing. But on the other hand my life isn't just one thing, it is a jumbled up 2nd grade hot mess. :)
DeleteI think this is a great idea. I did my first entry today. It came out rather personal and scattered. Interestingly, when I have lots of ideas and start saying them out loud, they get intermixed and my speaking becomes scattered as well. It made me I also found that I am unable to accomplish this task on my computer. I have to try pen and paper next time. Even when not looking at the screen or keys, I can't help but know when I've made a mistake and I am unable to continue on without fixing it. This made it so that I didn't get to see all those great scribbles and cross outs and such of this type of free writing. My "draft" was perfect as far as spelling and grammar goes. Hmmm. Didn't feel quite like I had done anything spectacular with it. The entry itself was about my husband and my two beautiful boys, about the writing assignment itself and what I would do with myself when I do the next 10 minute exercise. I'm anxious to try again and see what comes out next.
ReplyDeleteI'm curious if others choose a theme before starting? I noticed in the instructions we could write poetry, etc... anyone out there trying this approach as opposed to just sitting down and writing whatever pops into your head?
Hello Katie, I've got a mix going on. I highlighted the ideas that I found interesting in the "Exerpts from Natalie Goldberg", and then focused on one for my first 10 minute writing and on another for my second 10 minute writing. With that being said, a lot of randomness still went into the writing! I know that is how I think, so it is really reflective of my personality. I like to keep sticky notes near me so when I am working on something and a random (but necessary) thought jumps into my mind, like they were doing during my writing, I can quickly jot them down and then get back on task. I'm not sure if this helps or not...have a great evening!
Deletemy morning 10mins of writing......
ReplyDeleteWhy learn in a classroom when there is such a big world
to see
But what if I can’t speak
Or have no mind to think
How would I share……And who would be there to care
Could I write when letters I cannot make
Oh, for heavens sake
What about the stamp… How much does it cost and how
would I know
All the stories to read……….Man’s history to heed…..
The Science of things………….The music to sing……
So, in the classroom I’ll start
It is there I will learn
All that I’ll need
To travel this world and share what I’ll see!
I really liked reading your thoughtful, introspective poem, especially the contrast between the seeming confinement of the classroom and the boundless possibilities on our planet.
DeleteRegina,
DeleteI really enjoyed reading your post. I thought it was very reflective. It seemed to capture who you are. Are you a traveler? Sounds like you'd rather be out and about than sitting at your computer or with a pad of paper :) And yet this was a really nice poem to read. Thanks for Sharing!
I'm a bit squeamish about posting unpolished writing that doesn't qualify as a first draft.
ReplyDelete4-Wheeler Riding in Sand Point - Part 1
Having a 4-wheeler to ride in Sand Point means everything to me. It allows me greater access to the more remote parts of the island, gives me greater photographic opportunities, and it’s awesome to ride around.
I have a 2012 Honda Foreman that is rather large and a perfect fit for my 6-foot body. The dark green exterior is coated in places with a liberal layer of mud accumulated from many rides. My girlfriend has a smaller 4-wheeler, and riding together on the trails is one of our favorite activities. After we strap our cameras to our racks, we start the 4-wheelers and head out to the airport road. For about 3 miles we are on paved road, roaring away at around 50 mph. Then we slow down before reaching the airport and make a left onto a dirt road with an abundance of large potholes and larger craters that have formed.
These big dips in the road can be quite entertaining under the right conditions. When dry, a quick tap of my thumb on the accelerator as I exit the crater gives me just enough power to catch a few inches of air before plopping down on a heavy shock-absorber and cushioning wheels. When filled with water, I push through and create a huge wall of spray in all directions and get a bit wet. When the puddles are covered with ice, it’s fun to crack through the surface and chug through the breaking ice.
4-Wheeler Riding in Sand Point - Part 2
DeleteAfter a short distance on the holey road, I turn left onto a trail that is a tree-covered tunnel. The surface is uneven, rutted, slightly washed out, and features head-hunting branches eager whack some skulls. With these conditions, we must be alert and not go too quickly, yet it’s an amusing, bumpy ride. When we emerge from the end of this half-mile tunnel, there is a small lake. We descend a small incline and pass the lake before ascending up a rocky incline.
We continue on the trail until it narrows to where only foot traffic and 4-wheelers can go. We are greeted with a short, steep, rutted climb. I gun the engine in 3rd gear and roar my way up. Once the trail levels off, I look back for Lesley to make sure she is still there. She always insists I lead because she rides less recklessly that way. (Some of her many mishaps have scared the hell out of me, but most have been amusing.) We ride our way to the next incline and continue until the trail levels out and there is a fork. Going right will take us to the first overlook. Going left will take us to another overlook that is slightly more dramatic and scenic. We opt for the latter. I signal for her to take the lead. She declines. I signal again. Another decline. I tell her I like watching her ride and seeing how happy is makes her. She proceeds.
4-Wheeler Riding in Sand Point - Part 3
DeleteThough the trail is still the same size, overgrown alder branches make it seem much narrower and sometimes punishing. Once in a while a stray branch will lash my leg, leaving an unwelcome sting and small red welt. I suppose that’s the price I pay for good times. We reach the turn off to the rugged overlook. Turning right, we dip down onto an uneven descent that has us rocking side to side as we work our way to the final, short ascent. We kill our engines and all is deeply silent on the narrow rock and tundra overlook.
Underneath a steep, rocky drop is the Pacific Ocean. Mountainous Unga Island is a couple of miles in the distance and fills the horizon from left to right. Turning right, I see the runway, our easiest connection to the outside world. A little further in the distance is the town of Sand Point and its various buildings. Two wind turbines and a tall radio transmitter dominate the skyline. Looking further out is the rugged, mountain covered Alaska Peninsula stretching across the horizon.
Though the vistas are magnificent, the ground can be just as enchanting. During the summer, this overlook has many colorful wildflowers, plants, and berries. I get lost in photography mode for long stretches of time composing shots of this vegetation, often with a macro lens to heighten the effect. The best shots arise when combining vivid vegetation in the foreground with the island mountains in the mid-ground and dramatic clouds in the background. The flowers, mountains, and sky are always changing in appearance, so every visit to this special place is filled with anticipation of the unexpected.
Wow Mark, what a wonderful narrative! I can really envision Sand Point and your four-wheeler adventure. Near the end, when you wrote about the view from your vantage point, it made me remember climbing up "Little Hill" in Pedro Bay and looking out over the lake, the airstrip and the village. The views were gorgeous and it was so calm and peaceful. I would get some really great pictures while up on that hill in Pedro Bay. Thanks for the great imagery and invoking some fond memories!
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ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I have A LOT going on in my personal life right now so, unfortunately for any of you who are going to be reading this, I am going to use this as an opportunity to vent, be anxious, and be crazy. This will be my way of staying sane in all of this madness.
So my madness…I am married to a wonderfully crazy man. He is a cross between Tim-the-tool-man-Taylor and Chevy Chase from the “Vacation” movies. I have 3 kids. One is a junior in college; a VERY expensive college. (I don’t know what we were thinking). One is going to be thirteen on Saturday and my last one is 11. Long story short, we are in the process of moving back to Alaska this summer. We put the house on the market last Friday and accepted an offer on Monday! We are supposed to close on March 19th. My husband leaves to go to Alaska the day after we close.
My plate is over flowing. I work full time teaching 2nd grade here in Texas. I’m taking 2 on-line courses to recertify and TRY to get a job this summer in Alaska. Soccer has started for the two girls and finally, my house has sold quicker than I thought, now we will be homeless for 3 months! I need therapy.
Oh my goodness Donna that is plateful. Tie a knot and hang on as they say. In my experience if your house sold that quickly then it's meant to be so welcome back to Alaska. I hope you have friends or family you can stay with for the next three months. Just think, the money you aren't spending on mortgage can go towards your child's college fund. Remember to keep breathing and know the next three months will fly by and will be over before you know it. Good luck and I'll send positive thoughts your way.
DeleteWow! Sounds like you are going to be very busy over the next few months! Where in Alaska will you be going? Where have you lived before? I live in Fairbanks and have been here since 1970! You are very fortunate to have sold your house so quickly. You'll have no troubles finding a place when you arrive. I too have a child who will be turning 13 on the first of March. I think this is a perfect way to vent and share what you're going through! Hang on and enjoy the ride!
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ReplyDeleteWow, I sure am inspired by the readings from class. I have had a desire to write childrens literature for a long time. During college I made a couple of books for a class I took for a project. I was insipired by my professor to write, but life happened.
During the class I worked on an amazing lesson about farming and where people get food. I wrote and illustrated with pictures that I took around the family farm and another farm that my husband worked on. One book was about milking cows and where milk comes from. The second book was about where sugar comes from and a farm where sugar beets were grown. I had a fun time writing about topics I didn’t know about before I experienced it first hand. We enjoyed walking around the fields taking amazing pictures of the cows on the family farm.
I have been throwing ideas around, done a little research into my topic, discussed it with my husband. We both want to write it.
I continued to write down many scattered ideas I had about a story, not yet ready to post as I may turn it into a topic for one of my writes!
On a one-year leave from school I spent time writing children's books, and thoroughly enjoyed the process. I think I improved in quality with each book. One story was a great release about losing a good friend, (turning the people into animals they reminded me of).
DeleteSo of course I thought I'd give it a shot at sending my 3 books to publishers. Well I got just as many rejection notices, and then returned to teaching full-time. BUT I haven't given up and always think about this fact: Dr. Seuss had 29 rejection notices before he was first published!
Valerie,
DeleteWhat fun it would be to have a copy of your book when it was published. I grew up in farm country in the Midwest. When we took our youngest back, she screamed at the top of her voice for me to stop the car immediately as I was cruising down the interstate. I thought we had an emergency on our hands, but she just had seen her first cow and wanted to take a picture and watch it for awhile.
Here is another Quick Write: I have been able to write, but not publish, sorry about that.
ReplyDeleteMonday, February 18, 2013
I flew to Juneau today. It sure was an adventure. The flight had some small mechanical problems with a cover over a dial. So as we were waiting for the paper work I was hoping nothing else would happen. Then we pulled away from the gate. . That was my first mistake to think about that. Yea, I was on my way! But oh, no it was not to be. We got the ominous call that we had to go back to the gate.
The official report was there was no way for the plane to get fuel from Cordova. So they had to figure out what to do. So back we went to sit. This is after I had to wait for 6 hours in the airport already. Then the captain came on and said “We are going to take off some cargo and non revenue passengers to lighten the weight so we can carry more fuel.” As some passengers moan, we see the airport workers arrive up to the plane with fuel and some trucks to remove cargo. As the workers remove “cargo” a lady in my row calls a flight attendant and asks, “Why was my suitcase taken off? Will it make it to Juneau?” The flight attendant replied, “They are just moving stuff to get cargo off, we were not told about any bags being pulled off.”
The row laughed and all of us said we hoped our bags would make it.
As we completed the “milk run” to Juneau, I was getting tired and hungry. All I wanted to do was to go the hotel, get something to eat and go to bed. I had been traveling for half a day just to get to Juneau! As I make my way down to the baggage claim I was thinking I might order a pizza for dinner.
When I arrive at baggage, there are many people from the plane waiting in line. I was thinking it was strange to see so many people in line and few bags on the carasel. Then I heard the dreaded words from a fellow passenger. Our bags were still in Anchorage. 89 bags didn’t make it to Juneau. I was devastated. Everything I needed was in my bag. I had nothing but my computer and IPad.
I waited in line forever, really it was 40 minutes to be told that my bag would be on the morning flight and it could be delivered to my hotel. They said they would call me. I could purchase necessities and be reimbursed. I was upset, frustrated and worried. I had nothing to wear and hoped that I could find something at the store after 9 pm.
I ended up going shopping and got some stuff to hold me over. I shall survive.
Oh the joys of traveling in Alaska! Even when you are going to a more populated part of the state in a large plane, weight and balance still applies! I feel for you Valerie and your travel woes! I hope that all is well now.
DeleteTwo of my children flew to Kodiak today for the state swim meet and I was worried about their travel. They were lucky as their flight only took about an hour and they arrived on time and safely.....the way we all hope to fly. Have a wonderful time in Juneau!
My group was talking about what would have happened to us if we were true New York City ladies and not Tough Alaskan Women! We had so many laughs! Back home now!
DeleteOkay, I have a question. Do we post the unedited free writes that we are suppose to do this week? I've written but it's very rough and I was nonstop writing for 10 minutes. I didn't stop to edit because I didn't want to interrupt my thoughts. I've fixed the spelling errors but not grammar mistakes. What's expected at this time? I'm not clear. Thank you for the help.
ReplyDeleteI have been typing mine and what I type is what I type. I just copy and past from my word document. I have decided that it is way easier to type it because when I re-type to put on blog, I want to change it.
DeleteI'd say just post it :)!
DeleteI liked the idea of writing form a dog's point of view (or another animal). I have had my second grade classes make "Diary of" books the past two years and am planning to have my 5th grade class do a similar project near the end of the year....probably during our sea week celebration. It is hard to not try and fix speelling and typing mistakes....anyway, I like the idea that students ( and I) can write the point of view of an animal. I t makes you really think about the way an animal might view the world. I think about one of my dogs, rocky-a huge black and brown German Shepard. He is a big cuddly teddy bear of a dog and really loves to play, but he sure is getting big! We got him for our 13 year old son, as he has always wanted a German Sheapard. Of course, his dad and I take care of the dogs a lot more than our son....Anyway, I think it would be cool to write a story from his perspective.
ReplyDeleteIt might start with something like this:
I got up this morning and prowled around the porch until my mom came and let me out of the porch. Pamcake and I ran around the yard and raced back to the porch door and whinned and stared into the house until one of the people finally took pity on us and fed us our breakfast. Ugg, just dry dog food today. Oh well, it still goes down and keeps my stomach warm and full. I'll just check out the neighbor's yard later today. Who knows what kind of goodies I may find? A used diaper, some old animal bones, perhaps an empty (or almost empty) can of soup? Well, I'll check it out later today!
Pamcake just ran back up on the porch, so the people must be in the kitchen were they get all of that good food. Maybe I'll get a treat after all.Yes, Yes, Yes! Here he comes! I get a nice fat bone from the man of the house. He always comes through with the snacks!
Pretty soon everyone leaves for where ever they go all day long and it is just Pamcake and I. We quickly take off into the brush and look for some extra goodies! Wow, an eagle! I bark and run, and bark and run some more, but that dumb bird just won't come down close enough for me to catch!
Pretty soon, Pamcake and I find what we were smelling....ahhh a nice pile of fresh leftovers! Wow, now my belly is really full. We take off back to our house after the neighbor yells at us. I lay down underneath my favorite pine tree in the backyard. It has a great view of the river (and of any eagles or ravens that may fly by!). I fall asleep and begin dreaming of chasing a nice, fat, juicy hare...
Another idea that was on the list, that I thought was really neat was number 11: "Do a 10 minute writing with each sentence a different topic. Cut up old poems, journal entries, etc. and rearrange them with lines from magazines, the Yellow Pages, etc. I think that this would be a fun writing project for me personally, but also for my students in class. It would be really interesting to see what comes out of it!
ReplyDeleteFor the topics in each new sentence, I will try that out as I don't have any poems, journal entries, or Yellow Pages in front of me right now.
1) My house is for sale
2)Minecraft is a wonderful, exciting, addicting game for preteens, teens, and those even younger!
3)Pinapples are really tasty when they are ripe!
4)What would you do if a moose approached you?
5)I really need a new purse!
6)Duck Tape Forever, (what else is there to say?)
7)Early this week I heard Christmas music playing, wow that was random!
8)Is my 10 minutes up yet?
9)Smores are really yummy, especially when made over an open fire on a starry, warm summer night.
10)I love the Muppets!
11)Grading to do and I really don't want too....
12)My daughter is feeling ill tonight.
13)Tuesday we got a lot of snow and the students got out of school early.
14)My husband shot his first rabbit in four years last weekend! It was really good in homemade potpie!
15)I can't wait for my family to visit soon.
16)This is harder than I thought it would be.
17)My class is writing a 500 word essay for a NASA competition that is due on the 28th of February.
18)I really liked the picture of the elephant on the second Blog post.
19)Beluga whales will be coming up the river when it opens up this spring.
20)Winterfest was a few weekends ago and the kids really had a great time.
21)I didn't make smoked fish this past summer and am really hungry for some now.
22)RTI meeting in the morning before school and then I'll get ready for the day.
23)We have lots of tests in our class tomorrow!
24)Whew! The online timer just rang and my 10 minutes is up.
I often have students work with lists. I love the possibilities they bring. My students go back to them over and over for inspiration. I am a list maker in life. I have sticky notes from years ago which I am still waiting to get to or which have captured something I don't want to forget. Your list is great. Have fun with it. I am making a list this morning for a weekend camping trip
DeleteI like this one! Especially when you commented on my post earlier that you too are a scattered writer/person. I like the list and how you came up with it. it would be fun to see how this would turn out with books or magazines, etc in front of you ;)
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ReplyDeleteListen and see the world’s gossips
Spewing all their dirt
And for all the world’s gossips
Life is getting worse
Fueling all their dirt
Can you hear all the world’s gossips
Chatting in their homey hives
Take notice of the bigger gossips
Stirring up the jive
Unsuspecting lives they always play around in
One their phones with all their yakking
Caring not, adding in some lies
In their lives something’s lacking
What they need is a darn good whacking
Universally there’s no lack of gossips
Living empty lives
See them eating dinner
Clenching forks and knives supplying them with dirt
Listen and see all the world’s gossips
Spewing all their dirt
And for all the world’s gossips
Life is getting worse
Fueling all their dirt
Depressing, I agree but do you understand? Do you see?
I do and may God forgive me I sometimes enter in and when I catch myself I quickly exit. January and February are the worse months. People are bored tired of the snow and suffering cabin fever. I never eat in the lunch room as it is the worst of all and when I catch myself at a gathering and it is starting I leave. Gossip doesn’t always have to be lies, it is also talking of people’s lives which really is none of my business. If I angered you I apologize, but it’s happening a lot here, even among the kids with some being emotionally hurt and I needed to get it off my chest. That’s my writing for today I need to go get positive. ( I spoke with a very hurting person hence the topic. Just a side note, the writing loses it’s formatting when I publish.
I noticed you nicked 2 lines from George Harrison's "Piggies" on The Beatles' White Album. ;)
DeleteYou should smile and appreciate the effects of a nicely targeted and highly deserved vent.
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DeleteWoW Marc you are right! I didn’t realize it and I wondered where the background tune in my head came from. I haven’t listened to the Beatles for over 20yrs. Although I was a great fan of theirs. Once you said that I googled the song and all I can say is WoW. It must be that over time many books, songs and movies, we, or maybe just me, start using things that have gone into our mind’s memory unawares. So, I must apologize to the Beatles for sniping parts, even the essence, of their song although you are right it was a good vent. Thanks for letting me know. ;~)
DeleteRegina I appreciate your poem and thought you did a wonderful job of writing it - borrowed Beatles lines and all. Even though the tone of the poem is dark it inspires me to be a better person and more positive.
DeleteValentine’s Day Dinner
ReplyDeletePart 1
I love a culinary challenge, and creating a memorable meal on Valentine’s Day ups the ante, especially when the girlfriend insists that I must top last year’s production that brought tears to her eyes. (They were happy tears and not because I botched it!)
Before the big day, many menu ideas were swirling in my head. I had concepts, like the cut of meat for the entrée, but no clear idea what to do with it. Then the pieces started falling into place. During my regular forays through online newspaper food sections, I came across a recipe for pan-seared scallops with a Dijon mustard burre blanc sauce. That would be the 2nd course. For the 3rd course, I wanted to stuff a pork tenderloin and decided on using a Mexican molé sauce for its chocolate richness. I wanted an orange sauce to top the tenderloin slices, so I researched online and wasn’t satisfied with what I found. I would have to make the orange sauce on my own. The 1st course would be a salad, and inspiration struck out of nowhere – king crab salad!
Returning to my apartment after school, I made a mental prep list in my head to create this meal on an orderly manner. I tackled the king crab legs first. With scissors and fingers, I pried those stiff shells apart to extract big chunks of crabby goodness and slice them into manageable salad pieces. For the salad, I added thinly diced red onion, tarragon, sea salt, freshly ground white pepper, fresh lemon juice, and mayonnaise. After a quick toss with a spoon, I sampled the mixture to see what it needed. All of the flavors were nicely balanced, so I took two more samples just because.
Part 2
DeleteTime was moving quickly, so I pulled out everything I would need for the rest of the prep. I told Lesley we would eat around 6:30, so she arrives at 5:15 feeling hungry. She helps herself to the box of pinot grigio on the counter, and pours me a glass. I start the orange sauce because it will take a while to reduce, while she takes a front row table seat to observe her personal chef and converse. I zest some orange rind before squeezing out ¾ of a cup of fresh juice, which goes into a silver skillet to reduce. Then I add some sauvignon blanc, orange vinegar, and sliced shallots to the gently bubbling reduction. Now I can create the salad plate.
I grab my 8-inch chef’s knife and halve an avocado, which is cut into long, thin slices. After they are arranged on the plate, I slice some peeled cucumber and halve 3 red grape tomatoes. Then the king crab salad is on the other half of the small plate while the rest is dressed with a squeeze of lemon, Kalamata extra virgin olive oil, freshly cracked black pepper, and French sea salt. The plate looks lovely and inviting, and the tarragon pleasantly surprises Lesley.
Now it’s sauce time. Veal stock and orange zest is added to the orange juice and wine reduction and even though it looks and smells good, I’m a little nervous. I’ve never made it before, so I’m not sure how it will turn out. I’m going on my hunch and experience hoping it will work. I add some boxed sauvignon blanc, sliced shallots, and a little bit of champagne vinegar to a small sauce pan and begin reducing it, which happens rather quickly. I get a small sauté pan warming for the scallops and add heavy cream to the wine reduction. It’s time to stuff the pork tenderloin.
Part 3
DeleteI make two long slices to open up the loin. Then a thin layer of the molé is spread on the exposed interior. I check the sauces before folding the loin up and tying it off. The burre blanc is almost ready. The scallops are searing and caramelizing nicely as Dijon mustard, butter, and thinly sliced scallions are folded into the burre blanc. I dip a spoon into it and the mustard gently asserts itself before the rich cream takes over with a slight tart note from the wine. Wow! Three scallops are arranged on the plate and topped with the sauce. Lesley pops open a bottle of French Veuve Clicquot Champagne and pours. The scallops are not on the plate for long and neither is a drop of sauce.
The stuffed loin is seasoned with a slightly spicy mixture for a little kick before getting seared on all sides in the pan and finished in the oven. The orange sauce has reduced to its proper consistency, so sea salt and black pepper are added. It’s tasting time: The Moment of Truth. A small spoon scoops up sauce, shallot, and orange zest. There is definitely an orange taste, with the veal richness balanced by the light tartness. I nailed it!
The loin comes out of the oven and is rested for 5 minutes before slicing it. The champagne bottle is drained into our glasses as I am slicing the loin. These slices are nicely browned on the outside and tender white on the inside with three thin, dark brown lines from the molé stuffing. The golden brown orange sauce is carefully spooned over the top of the slices to ensure each one has orange zest and shallot. The slice is fork tender and the taste is what I had hoped for when planning it. There is a light spiciness from the Mexican seasonings, a bit of chocolate, a veal richness, and light orange tartness. This combination of flavors is unusual, but they balanced and complimented each other in an unforgettable way. Lesley is smiling over her empty plate. Next year I’ll insist that it’s her turn top this year’s Valentine’s dinner.
I really want to experience one of your meals! Wow it sounds wonderful. I can visualize you cooking in the kitchen and timing things just so - which is not a skill I've mastered. I'm curious as to how all these flavors blended together. I appreciate hearing about your creativity as a chef through your writing.
DeleteI was thinking about the reluctant writers that I remember, and the times that I just found it hard to put anything down on paper. I remembered two things that helped me get students going. One was art, and the other class brainstorming or personal brainstorming. I discovered one year that my "doodler" really loved to draw, and was quite good at it. I asked him if he would like to be the illustrator for any of his classmates stories. Little did I know that unleased his own desire to write what went with his art. In a personal conference with him, he made his own list of things that he would like to draw or had already drawn and stories that he wanted to write to go with his drawings.
ReplyDeleteI wrote on the board, "What shall we write about?" We started a list and I told all the children that they could add to that list anytime. That became a center in the classroom for those students who just wanted a break to write. It took a while, but by the end of the year it was a continued source of ideas and fun ways to approach writing. Another idea I used was cutting out cartoons and using white out on the existing captions, reproduce them and have the students write their own captions.
This is a great idea. I think I'll try it with my students. I've been working with Step Up To Writing to help my students write longer, more detailed and organized pieces. Hanging an ideas list up in the room is a useful idea to help students have a starting point when stuck.
DeleteThanks for sharing these fantastic ideas. I have never see anyone use a class constructed "What shall we write about?' list that stays up for the entire year. What a powerful message this sends to students!
ReplyDeleteToday I was thinking about what I could write about...well a special moment happened in my class. One of those moments where you say "this is way I teach." My reflection.
ReplyDelete"Today was wonderful. Every night when I get home I'm so tired. But, everything I think about the little girl in my room. I just smile. It happened during a moment where I had several minutes to kill before lunch. Started Tumblebooks and the story I picked was about a grandfather and his grandson. The grandfather has alshemiers. My mother lawyer has the disease. Anyway, after the story I knew the third graders didn't know what the disease was about. So, I took a small yellow sticky note (this was not planned). Told the kiddos that this was Katie's brain. Tore one corner off and said "She can't remember her name." Threw it in the trash can. Rip a bigger piece and said, "She can't remember her family." As I continued the sticky got smaller and smaller....then nothing left. The class knew what all this meant. Then the special moment. A girl raised her hand and asked softly, "Mrs. Morris can't they just reprogram her brain?" Answering back I said, "Jessica I wish they could."
Wow, after writing this it feels the same as when it happened in my classroom.
Ok..beware I typed really fast! I found a mistake already. :)
ReplyDeleteDonna Schneiders : Friday, Feb. 22, 2013
ReplyDeleteTonight is adult night.
Going out with my man.
I’m so very tired.
Stay awake if I can.
Should I have a margarita?
Or should I have a beer?
It doesn’t really matter
Cuz Friday is here.
I’d rather be taking
A nap in my bed
But I have to finish writing
This blog instead.
So after I post this
My work will be done.
Time to go out and have
Well deserved fun!
I'm going to keep my reply short and sweet...I loved this!!! I brought me to giggles!
DeleteI love the Poem! sounds like my life!
ReplyDeleteOkay here it is:
I feel that I operate better when my plate is completely full and I am "overdoing" it, yet it tends to be exhausting and too much at times. I worked full-time while putting myself through school and also during my student teaching. I volunteered during this time as well, looking back now I have no clue how. Then I spent all summer of 2010 interviewing for teaching jobs in Montana, meanwhile I was a full-time nanny for a family and working on the weekends at a coffee shop. This is/was my life. Somewhere in there I also got a puppy. August 20th I was called to interview at a school 90 miles from my town in MT. I interviewed at got the job- between that time and when school started (4 days after my interview) I moved and set up my classroom. It was great besides the fact I lived 90 miles away from my boyfriend and family.-
Okay I am going to stop myself- I have so many things that I could be writing about. Like the places I lived during my first year of teaching (5places). Or the 16 different houses I lived in while growing up, or becoming a foster family and having an additional 4 kids in our house at one point (8 total). I think I just found the writing process to be a good start for journal entries to come.
The only thing I would like to start writing about less conceded things (not so much about myself, a fictional story or a story about someone else). I will get back to you on that:
Hang in there and enjoy life's ride. Sounds like you have been on a roller coaster! We were suppose to end up in Montana 6 years ago instead of Texas. How was Montana? The things I missed about living in Alaska were the trees, the mountains, the water, and the people! People are nice here in Texas but I never made the connections like we did in Alaska. We are so looking forward to coming back!
DeleteGGGrrrr.. I am getting to Frustrated at this site.. Every time I try to post it deletes what I have written..
DeleteI love Montana, I would call my self a Bozeman brat or a Montana snob. I love Alaska too, but it is still so new to me. I guess the reason I love Montana so much is because of my family and familiarity.
Well since the last time my blurb was sort of depressing I guess I will attempt to write a poem about something I love.
glistening and falling silently
tall trees standing covered in white bliss
hope and enjoyment with each crystal
crystals forming and transforming
all is tranquil, mute and spotless
for the time being.
Okay there is my attempt at a poem :S eeeek
Okay, I'm jumping in with both feet and posting one of my quick writes. It's very rough and needs a lot of editing but here it goes.
ReplyDeleteWriting writing writing
This is what I am to do. Where to begin and where to stop? That is the question.
Rushed is how my life feels but when I’m idle I feel as if wasted minutes are passing me by. Do something. Keep going. Figure it out. It’s up to you to strive forward making your family stronger.
I want to be home with my babies cleaning house and making a home. Stressed and strangled my life feels at times. This is ridiculous I tell myself. People would kill to be where you are now. My life is wonderful and blessed I am. Mama is tired of all the things that must be done.
Breathing
Flowing
Cuddling
Caressing babies
Not babies any longer
Sad is my heart to see them grow
Happy as a lark at how big they are and of all their accomplishments
Beautiful children joy and pride
I love my children and want to be with them always.
Time for self is wanted also. Where is the time for self, buried in work? That’s when I get to not talk to anyone and just be. I’m not being though, I’m only doing, doing, doing.
Work, taking care of little ones
Rush home to cook dinner, clean up, do baths and bed.
Ten o’clock hour is when MY time begins. Bed is calling for blissful sleep. No rest for the weary as the saying goes. I must persevere and trudge forward. Where is the time to make everything prefect? I feel as if I fall short no matter which way I turn.
Accidents happen
This is where I find my time.
To the doctor for much needed rest and care
THANK YOU insurance for the massages that are so needed.
Sad is it that I need an accident to take care of myself.
Cancer strikes my family once more. Skin needing treatment. Cousin loosing a part of herself to this nasty disease. My heart is breaking for her and the mother I’ve lost. For the mother–in-law that I’ve lost. Breathing through the fear. Words to describe – NO. Lost and lonely at times. Reassured by the smell of whispered smoke from mothers long past dead. Dead in this world but not in the next. She whispers her protection sending love at every turn. Strong willed and stubborn, determined to let me know. She is here loving my family and me as if her body were here. Reaching out through the heavens. Grateful for the son she raised. He is the best out of the three and I’m grateful for the warmth of his soul touching mine.
Writing, Writing, writing
Rushed, rushed, rushed
No time to ponder the wonders of my wandering mind
Rest is calling to be had by me.
Laying down my soul to soar in my dreams.
Good morning Penni,
DeleteGreat daily writing. I hear from so many people how they feel rushed all the time and I do as well. Life is not meant to be that way. Studies show how people even die from the stress it puts on the body. (presently I am suffering from stress so I now understand and like you I am praising that my insurance is covering the cost of treatment) So, I am currently working on changing my rushed life and it is hard. I too want to lay down my soul and soar and in my belief system God wants that for us as well. So, I recently quit my summer job (just last year) and built a greenhouse on my small porch and it was the first summer of not working in over 15yrs. But, I am so use to being busy I did some tutoring with kids as well and my days were full. Still not soaring, but at least one more step to it. Tightening my purse was hard. Hang in there enjoy your babies above all else as they grow so fast.
Penni,
DeleteI really enjoyed your writing and I can certainly relate to you! Sometimes I wish I stayed home with my kids, especially when I realize that I only get a few hours at a time during the week and that time is usually spent cooking, eating, bathing and the like. I felt like the start of your post was written for me. Hang in there! Sounds like you are experiencing a lot but it also sounds like you are very strong. Maybe writing for this class will be therapeutic for you.
Wow! All that you wrote is so true. Hang in there. My daughter is in college, so I'm by myself most of the time. My husband gets home around 7:30 p.m., and is so tired that I "think" we spent one day together during the week. Penni you words touch me deeply. Our family is going through a similar situation with my mother-in-law. I'm going to attempt a very, very short thought. You inspired me.
DeleteCome into the world to learn, laugh and love.
Snap...a day gone, a year gone.
What happened?
50 years...time should slow down.
NOT!
Daughter...where did the time go?
Your an adult, but still my baby.
Busy, but lonely.
Strong, but tired.
Life....
I just about cried....writing is very therapeutic. Random thoughts can be powerful.
Thank you ladies. I do enjoy reflective free writing but haven't attempted it in a very long time. Some of my thoughts came out dark but I don't always feel that way.
DeleteJackie your poem brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing. I'm an older mother, although I don't feel old AT ALL. Time does fly quickly and I want the time to enjoy my family and life. In teaching it seems one is always asked to do more, and most of us love children so we want to do more. I find I need to be thoughtful about how I spend my time and stay in balance between work, family, and self. This is not always easy to do.
Thank you Penni. My first poem ever. I'm kinda proud of myself. So, thank you again. I'm very fortunate at 51 I'm in good health (knock on wood!) and LOVE my job. Plus, my husband and daughter are so supportive of my career. Right now as I write my husband is cracking me up! :) Some of his silly stories....still a kid. :)
DeleteYes, balance is the key.
Jackie…I love your poem and when I re-read it it does stir intense emotions, brought pictures of my mom, who has passed away and I miss her. YES time should slow time as it just rushes bye. Thanks for your share. May I keep it?? You name on it.
DeleteYesterday I was a bit discouraging with my poem about Gossipers, so today I want to counter that as I do my best to live by the command to” give praise and thanksgiving in all things” so in order to do that I try to stay positive. Staying upbeat is usually a pretty easy task, but there are days. There is an old proverb “The mouth of a good man is a fountain of life; but violence covers the mouth of the wicket.” I must admit I have days of wickedness stirring in my head. I work hard at not letting it cover my mouth. It is usually when someone is being ugly to another or to me. The thrashing I want to “spew” out is pushing within me. So, I call upon the command to find praise and thanksgiving in all things. That can be hard, but it keeps me looking and that is good. Just like writing 10 mins a day has stirred my desire to continue on, but the down side is I am late everyday for work now, as I get hung up in writing. For me all things need to be spelled right and phrased right so 10 min of free writing turns to 20+ of editing. I don’t do it at night as my brain is fried and nothing comes. This poem is in the same rhyme , or sort of.
ReplyDeleteEncouragers
Have you seen the world’s encouragers
Harvesting all the earth
And for the world’s encouragers
Life is heart felt words
Have you seen the world’s encouragers
In their warm and cheerful home
On their phones speaking all their inspire’in
Always sharing all their caring
You will find these great encouragers
Stirring up enjoyment
In their lives there is only giving…
Offering nothing but abundant living
If only there were more encouragers
All people would live fulfilled lives
Promenading all about
Harvesting God’s great garden hive
Have you seen the world’s encouragers
Harvesting all the earth
And for the world’s encouragers
Life is heart felt words
There’s nothing like a play date with a little person to lighten your day. It makes a person slow down, find joy in little things, and be a bit silly. Not having children of our own I thoroughly enjoy having my special little friends.
ReplyDeleteFor years our “family of friends” were so very close to the one set of children in our neighborhood. We were with them from birth to 3rd and 5th grades. They were an integral part of our daily lives and conversations.
It was devastating when they decided to move south. While their parents were checking out job interviews and housing in Oregon, three of us rotated through taking care of the kids; three childless couples. It was a bit comical, interesting, and just plain fun. Of the 3 women, one was very strict, one was a push over, and of course I consider myself (a teacher, who had had them both in 2nd grade) right in the middle. We scheduled ourselves so that one couple spent the night at their house, the next couple picked them up from school and spent the night, then the third couple rotated in by picking them up at school. Within all this, we also tried to replicate their mother’s Hannukah celebration. Our latkahs were not quite the same, but the fun was above and beyond.
So eight years later they continue to be part of our lives, albeit long distance, and for summer visits. Sometimes the kids come early or stay late so we all get extra time with them. The oldest is graduating from high school this year, and a few of us will try to make it to his graduation.
The past six years we have a new little friend we’ve known since birth, and she’s in kindergarten this year…
This was really enjoyable to read. While I like living in Alaska, I really dislike the distance between people. Thank goodness for computers and technology so we can still see and "visit" people fairly regularly, but it's still not the same. My brother and sister-in-law just had their second baby. And my cousin (who should be my sister) just had her first baby. I will get to meet my new niece & cousin/nephew this summer when they are already 7 months old. My brothers first son is now 2 and I have only seen him 3 times. It breaks my heart. I feel your pain. I think it is so great that you have found families that you have connected with so much that you have meaningful relationships with the kids and you stay in contact. What a great feeling for you. Thanks for sharing.
DeleteFor my second 10 minute writing entry I decide to go back to pen and paper to keep things as real as possible, otherwise I found I correct my mistakes. On pen and paper I can't correct because I can't keep up with my brain otherwise. I also decided to go with a theme of sorts this time and see what I came up with, so here it is...
ReplyDeleteI had this idea to try a fun list. I get into these phases where all I listen to is one artist, group or musical theater show. Lately it's been "Rock of Ages" or "Joyful Noise." They are so different but so fun and motivating if you're the type of person who dances while vacuuming! My life is a musical some days. I'll be talking to someone and something they say sparks a song in my head that I can't help but him, sing or think. I LOVE those days! So I realized, it extends beyond my music brain. There are songs taht make me think of certain people so I'm working on that list during my 10 minute write. I thought it would be interesting and fun and I smiled just thinking about it...
1. Scott (husband)- "Wonderful Tonight"- our wedding song
2. Scott "Bubba" & Shawn (my boys)- "We Built This City"- because thanks to the new Muppet movie we rock out to it in the car all the time... to include they can scat out the drum part!
3. Dad- "If I Were a Rich Man" (Fiddler on the Roof) because this was our first production together when I was in High School. He built sets, I performed and my mom did costumes.
4. Mom- "Girls Just Gotta Rock" because we used to joke that "my momma didn't raise no
wussy girl"- she has taught me to be independent and strong.
5. Phillip (Brother)- "Bad to the Bone"- because when we were kids we dressed up a bear to include moveable legs and arms and made it dance and perform to that song for my parents. Man I wish I had a video of that, it still cracks me up.
6.Kelly (cousin/sister)- "Achy Breaky Heart"- family camping dance routines, ha.
7. Laura (old friend)- "Blue Suede Shoes" because of our 5th grade performance of "Rock On"
8. Grandparents- "Can't Help Falling in Love With You"- because both sets of grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversaries and that was their first dance. I hope that my marriage can be as strong and long as theirs.
9. Michael & Nicole (cousins)- "Rockin' Robin"- because when I used to babysit them, we would create silly shows for their parents when they got home... this was our favorite.
10. Joe (good friend)- Anything Bon Jovi- because we both enjoy rockin' out and attended two concerts to see it.
It got harder as I got through the obvious but I loved this idea. With more time, I'm sure it would grow. I'm curious where I could take an idea like this next but my timer went off so I'm stopping.
Pen and Paper success- lots of scribbles and good thoughts this time!
This is awesome!!! Such a fun idea! It's amazing how much music plays a part in life...It's crazy how often a song can transport you to a certain time or place in your life, and as you pointed out, can remind you of those special people. Those specific songs that never fail to set a memory in motion! Thank you so much for sharing!!!
DeleteKatie, This is a wonderful writing lesson for students as well! I love it. I hope you share more of these. Music and writing are two big connections.
DeleteI'm also going to attempt writing a list of sentences for ten minutes and see what random thoughts pop into my head...here goes nothing!
ReplyDeleteI'm very nervous with my personal and creative writing abilities.
I love Saturday mornings that start with a Bailey's and coffee!
Neil is making breakfast right now. Potatoes, sausage, and eggs.
It just dawned on me how much I remember hating homework.
I love that my kitty is curled up at my feet!
It's snowing like crazy outside.
My plants need watering.
I have a lot of grading to do this weekend.
Ten minutes is a lot longer than it seems.
I can't wait to talk to my nephew later, he turned seven yesterday.
It's Spring Training for baseball right now...Go Tigers!!!
There are 3 pairs of dirty socks on my floor...Neil!!!
Food Network is on TV, it's hard to watch when you're hungry.
I'm easily distracted.
I'm going to watch the kids play basketball later.
I have to take my garbage to the dump.
Lamb chops look delicious, but unfortunately, I hate the taste of lamb.
I still need to do my taxes and put in for my PFD.
I'm editing, when I shouldn't be.
Neil just said the toilet is clogged...wonderful!
This is so much harder than I anticipated.
The Alchemist is my favorite book...I highly recommend it!
My timer just rang!!!
I really enjoyed this! A great idea. Random and yet interesting. I feel like that is how my brain works most of the time... scattered.
DeleteI've been putting these 10 minute assignments off for the last couple of days and I'm glad I waited. This is a really good idea and just the way that I think I'll get my posts started. It seems that I think this way too often- in short sentences (mostly about all the things I need to do). Great post!
DeleteI love the thought of writing 10 sentences in 10 minutes...here I go!
ReplyDeleteTMJ is killing me this morning.
I have so much work to do for school.
I need to take the trash out.
Geez, the washing machine is bugging me.
Ok...I just went blank.
The hole is the wall will be worth it.
Signed up for more classes...$$$$$$.
I had to count the number of sentences I wrote. (laughing)
Just thought of my Mom.
What number am I on?
Next time I'll need to type the number next to the sentence!
I need to drink my water.
But, then I'd have to get out of my chair to get it! :)
Hello Jackie, I really like how you mix home-life with school in your post. I think that it is so true of all of us--we are pulled in many different directions throughout the day by family, work, class, money, personal time, etc.
DeleteJackie the bit about you needing to drink water but then you would have to get out of your chair cracks me up. I never drink enough water. I could have three glasses of it sitting in front of me and I would still forget to drink. Thanks for the smiles.
DeletePenni...you are sure are right about the three glasses! Heck, this morning I heated up my cup of water (don't drink coffee or tea), put it on the table and had to get back up to reheat it! Totally forgot to drink it. Glad I made you laugh!
DeleteHi Jessica:
That's the way my mind works. Can never keep a focus on one thing. For instance, I'm writing, looking at all my piles of grading, watching NASCAR, AND have to start my other class. Where's the vitamin D!!!!!!!!! It's suppose to give you energy. :) Oh, my water!!!! :) :) Remember teachers 8 glasses a day.
My nephew Jude turned 7 yesterday, so I decided to dedicate 10 minutes of thought just for him.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe what a big boy you've become!!! I'll never forget the night you were born...all that waiting was killing me! Then Gram called and said "Get your butt up here, he's on his way, quickly!" I made it to Mumma's room just in time. It was only a matter of minutes..your first little cries were music to my ears. You sure were cute, even though you looked a little orange. I called you my little Umpa Lumpa, which apparently only I thought was funny. Time has flown by, and there are so many wonderful memories in between. Too many to recount. I do regret however, all those special moments I have missed. It's so hard being so far away from you! Even when we chat on the phone or Skype, it's not the same as your long, lanky arms wrapped around me. But on the upside, you get to come to "Alaksa" in just a few weeks!!! We have sooo much snow! You are going to have the best time playing in it! And I can not wait for you to meet "Ol' 556" when we're in Anchorage. You may even get to see a moose with your very own eyes. Auntie loves you with all her heart...even though there are miles between us, don't ever doubt that I will always be there for you! Oh, and I will always have Mint Chocolate Chip gum!!! I'm so looking forward to your visit...and I guess I'm excited to see Mumma too, but not nearly as much as sharing my special home, with my special you!!!
So my 10 minutes are up...the first post I made time seemed to drag, but when you're writing about something so close to your heart it seems to fly. I just reread what I wrote and I thought, that's it?!?! That's all I managed to say about my favorite little person in 10 minutes?! Well, to quote the old adage, "It's the thought that counts" right?!
What a sweet entry Stephney! I had my special (not so little guy) Nick on my mind today. You are right, when you write about something that is dear to you, the time just seems to fly by! I am so glad for the computer and being able to type, as my thoughts come to quickly for me to get them down with pen and paper most times! And,for sure, the thought always counts!
DeleteSo true, and isn't this what we try to convey to students -- that when we write about the things that have meaning for us, the writing flows with clarity.
DeleteCleaning, sorting, looking, remembering,
ReplyDeleteMy son’s boxes are full of things remembered.
The GI Joe figures that he used to play with,
The match boxes collecting dust,
Some more well-worn than others.
Today’s items of use: computer, computer, computer, carving knife, gun for hunting.
When did my son start to grow up? I can’t believe the changes.
He is only 13 now, well on his way to becoming a teenager and then a man.
When did he grow up so fast?
I remember feeding him, playing with him and going for walks.
I remember his bike and the little cart his dad made for him to pull behind,
Sometimes filled with toys, other times with his sisters, or a favorite rock found on a hike.
I remember my son swinging on the swing-set, digging for worms,
And reeling in a large mouth bass.
Where has the time gone?
Packing, sorting, cleaning, organizing, remembering,
All those years gone by
Many yet to come
I guess this is the joy and sadness that comes with being a mother.
I remember the time when my son was almost three and he was almost potty trained. He used to get scared of the closet in his bedroom and believed that “a scary man” lived there. I would take him into the closet at night before bed and remind him that there was nothing there except for toys. He would then point out that there was a crack between the floor and the wall and that is where the scary man lived. I just couldn’t see him, but he was there! One night, my son woke up crying and I went to check on him. He was soaked and had an accident in his bed. He was insistent that the scary man had come out of his closet and thrown water on him. I couldn’t believe the imagination that my son had at that age!
He still has a great imagination, but it is now used in the world of Minecraft to build, and on his Lego creations that fill his closet, and on his games of intrigue and chance such as Runescape and Civilization. He has recently been carving a branch into a sword with the use of his pocket-knife. The rough shape is there, it only needs to be finished. I feel like my son is at that point in his life, the rough shape is there, he just needs the flow of time to continue to shape his personality and life. I am blessed to have three wonderful children and I have chosen to write about my son, the middle child, today. He and his younger sister are at the state swim meet in Kodiak this weekend and although I can not be with them, I am there in spirit cheering them on and hoping for the best for each of their races.
Thanks for making me cry Jess, Thanks for making me cry...That was so sweet! I could just picture Nick, with his too short jeans, because he's growing soooo fast!! I can only imagine what you were thinking as you were digging through all those memories!
DeleteJessica, this was beautiful. It's so true! My boys will be 5 and 6 this summer and I just can't believe it! Didn't I just have them?! So much fun to watch them grow and you think you won't ever get through those rough stages but then when they are gone, you sure miss them. Great post and wonderful memories!
DeleteFollowing Jessica's list idea. Thought I would give it a try!
ReplyDeleteSaturday, February, 23, 2013
So after reading the blog, I thought I would try writing a list of things going through my head, here goes:
1. I wonder if I can do this for 10 minutes
2. The ice machine just dropped some more ice and needs to be emptied, but will have to wait.
3. I have dishes to finish and clothes to fold
4. Sitting here writing listening to music is nice.
5. I can hear my computer humming
6. It is so bright outside today it hurts eyes and they water a little bit
7. I wish it would warm up enough to go sledding.
8. I need to go to the store and do some grocery shopping, but should make a list before I go.
9. Maybe we can go to the post office to see if the Amazon boxes have arrived. I so love it when my mail arrives before expected!
10. Will have to drive by the river to check it out
11. I hopefully have about an hour of quiet left before the little guy gets up from a nap.
12. How do we balance work requirements and home/family?
13. When do we say NO?
14. It is hard to not smile when Otis is being naughty sometimes! ☺
15. It is so frustrating at the same time
16. I miss my parents in Michigan
17. Can’t believe they have been married for 37 years, I only have 25 more to go!
18. Technology is cool, when it works
19. Noisy neighbors at odd hours
20. Now my thoughts are getting random
21. When do you move your 2 year old to a toddler bed?
22. Wagon Wheel is an awesome song!
23. Controlling the playlist on the IPad and getting to listen to more than 6 seconds of a song is uplifting
24. What song should I play next?
Wow, my time is up, so many things to think about!
Valerie,
DeleteI LOVE #23, I laughed out loud! One of my favorite times of the week these days are when I am driving alone in the car to Chamber Singers because I get to listen to whatever I want!! And it can have not nice words or messages... it doesn't have to be G rated. (not that I listen to anything too crazy but Lady Gaga is just not quite right for a 4 & 5 year old- ha).
I enjoyed the rest of your list but 23 caught my attention :) Oh and you just have to be brave and move that toddler into a bed! Good luck.
10-minute timed write #1:
ReplyDeleteThe last time that I sat down to write anything that was not work related (besides a list of things to do) was when I found out that I was pregnant with my son, Bryson (who will be three in May). I can’t find the journal that I wrote in now—someone bought it for me and suggested that I record my thoughts during my pregnancy. It’s a FANTASTIC idea and, somewhat, romanticized. I remember thinking as I was writing: “One day he/she will be able to read this and it will be SO interesting!” My mother passed away almost six years ago, and I thought that it would be so special to have known the types of thoughts that went through her head when she was pregnant with my siblings and me. (I never asked her since I SWORE that I was never going to have kids.)
I only wrote in that journal once—that night. After that, I became too immersed in my job—my constant plague. Teaching has no check-out, no clock to punch. You dream about lesson plans and awake to stacks of papers. Even over the summer, my AP kids and I meet every week, and I LOVE it, but I also wonder what it’s costing me in my personal and family life. Yesterday, I chose to leave my son in day care for eight hours in order to work with my students on a particularly tough writing assignment. It was one of the parent-teacher conference days and, as a .4 teacher, I am only required to be there for three hours (the usual amount of time per day that Bryson spends at day care during the week). Afterward, I was appalled by this: for FIVE extra hours he was with someone else while I sat with other people’s children and read paragraphs non-stop on Jackson’s “The Lottery” and Marquez’s “The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World." I loved that time with my students, though, and I saw kids make some AMAZING break-throughs in their writing. Again, I ask myself: At what cost? I thought about that a lot as Bryson clung to me in bed last night.
Your second paragraph rang so true to me. Family vs. Work. There was a time that I didn't bring home my computer at all from work. Now it is almost every night. I can tell the difference in my school day whether or not I worked at home. I have learned to steal the little bits of time my two year old gives me on the computer and complete things in little steps. I try hard to volunteer at school when needed, but I must balance my child comes first. Now that he is a little older I can walk the halls during school events and he runs himself tired! Take some time for yourself too! My time is the chapter I read of whatever cheesy romance novel hits my fancy.
DeleteThen again, cherish those little moments with your little guy!
I thought it was such a great idea from those before me that I decided to start the assignments off with a list of the random thoughts I have in 10 minutes. It's pretty random and scary to think that I think like this too often.
ReplyDeleteIt’s quiet in the house
I know why
I want to have a family night tonight but my teenagers want to hang with friends
I should have written this with pen and paper- I’m correcting too many typos.
why am I so scared of writing?
Is there really such a thing as writers block?
is there a pill I can take to cure it?
I suspect it’s my stubbornness
I have too much to do and not enough time left in the weekend.
lots of papers to grade
homework to do
test to study for
why am I taking 6 credits right now?
pants to hem
groceries to buy
FAMILY NIGHT TO HAVE!
I’ve also wanted to bake for a couple of weeks now and I haven’t done that yet.
I feel like a mean mom for forcing them to spend time with me.
I am promising myself right now that I will get up in the morning and go to the gym.
I wish there was a pill for that too.
When will the girl scout cookies get here?
Only 9 more days of school until spring break.
Told the boys “no electronics during spring break”
did I really mean it?
Can I do it too?
wow 10 minutes is a long time.
Is Randy doing the dishes?
that’s weird.
naaah.
I’m happy that I allowed myself to lie in bed and read this morning.
I think I deserved it.
He is doing the dishes!
DeeAnne, I love your list! It sounds very familiar to my life right now too! I am in a struggle with my children and their electronics also!
DeleteWe try to have family dinners and spend time with our teenagers and pre-teen as much as possible. Some weeks are much better than others. When I make a plan and stick to it, it usually works out well. We do enjoy the time at the dinner table that we spend together. I remember the dinner time spent with my parents and brother growing up and want my own children to have those special kind of memories too.
I am really enjoying everyone's list writing. I wish I had tried it on one of mine. And I laughed at the start... I too could not do it on my computer, I kept correcting everything. I wonder often if my boys will still want to hang out with me when they get older. I want to be a full fledge "boys mom" if that makes sense. Good for you for staying in bed to read this morning and yay for you that Randy did the dishes for you :) I have a hard time without technology too. It would be interesting, after this class finishes of course, to give it a try for like a week. My husband and I recently stopped watching tv except for one show a week, so that we have more time together working on our little remodel projects in the house and my card making. I always say there isn't enough time in a day, well there certainly isn't if you spend it in front of the tv. Good luck.
DeleteStorming, howling winds – I love it! We used to live at Windy Point, our home is across a tide flat, and now we’ve been spending winters in a house on a point on the canal.
ReplyDeleteHere at the point the winds are quite vocal, with a wide range of pitch and volume. Sometimes visitors will start looking around thinking there’s someone or something beyond their shoulders. The wind is lively and has such personality.
Last winter we were woken in the early morning hours by a big CRASH! Two of the four 6 foot tall windows’ storm windows had been ripped off. One fell on the deck and shattered; the other fell in one solid piece. I watched as my husband fought the winds to raise the solid one back up, finding the wing nuts that hadn’t been stripped out. From then on my bravery was a little shaky, and I didn’t choose to sit beside the windows to read.
Now, crossing the tide flats on a stormy day can almost become comical, because it seems on the edge of ridiculous. There are times when the wind is so strong you need to stop, plant your feet for a secure stance while the worst of the blast passes. When crossing with a friend once she stepped on a chunk of ice to cross the creek and was instantly sailing south!
As I write this, the wind is starting to scream, high-pitched and tense. The trees and brush are being whipped around, reminding me of the fable of the oak and the reed, and how the most flexible will not crack or fall.
Sometimes the beauty of the winds is most appreciated on those mornings when you wake up to - no wind. It’s peacefully quiet, the canal is like glass.
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ReplyDelete10 minutes of writing...man, I ask my students to do this all of the time and they never seem to really like it. And now I know why - it's revealing. Things tumble out that you never knew were there. Your heart and mind are suddenly exposed. This year I was more kind and have told them that I won't read their writer's notebooks. More specifically, I told them that their notebooks are their business and "frankly, I don't want to know what you put in there." Haha - now here I am in the position of my thoughts being put out there. My, how the tables have turned.
So, what's been on my mind lately? My son. And how sometimes I feel like I am failing him because I spend so much time working. I mean, what does it mean to be a mother? Is it about quality or quanitity of time? Or, is it a combination of both? When I am with him, I am wholly with him. So, is that enough? Well, what if I told you, some nights that's only about 15 minutes? And what if I told you, that is most nights of the week and on Sundays he sees me all of an hour for the entire day? My husband says we both need to work so we can have a house and support him. I get that. But what is the price that will be paid by his heart? How will his personality be altered by not more time with me?
I'm beginning to think free writing should be less questions. But, I'm not sure if that means I should change topics. The truth is I'm worried and I wish I knew the answer. More to the point, if I was told today that my working would greatly alter his personality in negative ways...I wonder if I would actually quit teaching. Some people tell Derek and I that we're crazy. Two English teachers under the same roof, in a new state, trying to raise a toddler. What were we thinking?! It's such an anomoly - us both being English teachers. I only knew of one other couple like us, my favorite teachers in high school. But, they retired a few years after I graduated so at the peak of of their teaching and when they first began teaching, the educational world was a lot easier than it is today. Sure, there are couples where both people are teachers, but two English teachers? I challenge you to think of any. Together, we are finding the reason why we are a unique species of relationship...because this is HARD!
We love our son more than anything. We know this, we know it with all that we are. But, my question tonight as I tally up my contact time with Jason today, is am I reflecting that love in my actions and choices. If that is my question, my hope is that someday he will be able to forgive me for working. I wish that he forgives me for working.
I can totally relate! The only difference is that I teach/work because I want to. I was not built to be a stay at home mom. I love my kids with my whole heart but each summer I am reminded of why I do enjoy working and that I feel that I am a better mom when we are not together all of the time. I think some time apart is good, it helps them grow and become independent. Last year around this time, my husband was sent to Hawaii for three months. It was then that I realized how little time I spend with them during the week! It's rough. You pick them up, get home, make dinner, run a bath, get them in bed to do it all again. That's when we started a more lengthy bedtime routine and quicker/easier dinners. Some days I would even make an extra dinner the night before and reheat it so I could have extra time. When my husband got back he was confused on why it took me so long to get them in bed. We spent a solid 30 minutes just brushing, reading and doing tickles and hugs and silly stuff. We still do it and he still thinks I'm crazy sometimes but I wouldn't trade it for anything! Hang in there and make those moments that you do have count big time!
DeleteI also had to share that many of my friends in college married other music majors and when I married my husband I felt like I broke some ancient rule. He doesn't have a musical bone in his body :) Then I thought to myself, how would we survive! Two music teachers under one roof! Many of my friends are still married but not all of them have jobs. In some cases one of them has a job teaching music and the other stays home or does something else. Times are rough.
Your son will understand as he grows and you will do everything you can to make every moment count. It's those special little things that they remember. It's so amazing! Stay Strong!
I've always wondered how good teachers with children manage their lives. It must be a totally organized, dedicated educator to do it well.
DeleteI think I found it important to give up the idea of a balanced life and concentrate on daily, weekly, monthly choices.
DeleteI agree with Beth- you have to give up the notion that everything can be done perfectly. I'm pretty organized but still find myself "remembering" that Valentine's Day isn't just making heart cards for our classmates and book buddies- it's also getting a card for your husband and kids!
DeleteThank you SO MUCH for all of your replies - it truly does help a lot. Derek does a fantastic job of reassuring me but it's also nice to hear from outsiders about how hard it is, that it's impossible to do everything, and "close enough" IS perfection when it comes to parenting. Hahaha! I saw a picture one of my friends posted on Facebook. It was actually three phrases set up in a trifecta/triangle and the three phrases were: Clean House, Kids, Sanity. Below the triangle it said "Pick Two." As much as I laughed when I first saw the picture, I actually come back to it quite a bit in my mind to ease my anxiety when I feel like I'm not able to do everything. I'm sure I feel like this because everything in our lives is still so very new, including Jason. Once we are able to have one year of routine (LOL - if that's possible), I'm sure we will feel less pressure. Thanks again everyone - you totally made my day :)
DeleteFinal 10 minute write (although, I never tried the list and I have enjoyed reading everyone's so I may do one for myself just for fun!). I tried a different theme this time; sort of a poem but not the rhyming type. I decided it could be therapeutic.
ReplyDelete"I AM..."
Strong
Independent
Proud
Creative
Scattered
Forgetful
In Love
A wife
A mom
A daughter
A sister
A teacher
A friend
A singer
A stamper (no not stamp collector)
Kind
Non-confrontational
Fun
Occasionally Annoying
Occasionally Immature
Loud when I want to be
In therapy for me
Married to a man recently diagnosed with bipolar
Learning and figuring out bipolar and it's new role in our home
Trying to grow as a person
Never going to Las Vegas... three years was plenty.
Going to finally explore Alaska with my hubby and boys.
A great teacher
A cleaner
A lazy Friday-"er"
A procrastinator
A set out my clothes the night before type
A talker
A beeping alarm not the radio
A hugger
A movie watcher/"go-er"
Team Emmett... yes, I enjoy Twilight
Not always patient
Sometimes angry
Bursting with faults
Fearful
Going to be supportive
Going to be more understanding
Going to listen more carefully
On my computer/phone too much
All about making my boys laugh and have fun!
A closet comedian
A closet dancer, especially when I vacuum
Visiting family in 118 days and I cant wait to meet the newest family members!!!
Nice Katie, thanks for the share.
DeleteSo I've been told I need to do my fast writes here so here it goes..... it's much different typing on a keyboard than writing on paper. I'm not sure which I prefer. I do type faster than I write, so it's easier to get things down without my mind chattering forwards to quickly to keep caught up. That inner dialogue in the mind is always interesting. It's hard not to censor what comes up at times. I think I'm more apt to be honest with what I write when it's in a spiral notebook and not on a blog for everyone else to see. It becomes more censored which is more difficult to do. I'm looking forward to using this technique in my classroom. We've done many writing activities this year that incorporate technology, writing, and art. The students have "bought" into it and can't wait for the next assignment. It's always a challenge to come up with something new, but I'm always inspired by quotes or small phrases. I would love it if everyone would share their favorite quotes with me. My newest quote is, "If eyes were made of mirrors and I could see what others see, would the reflection be what I believe others see in me?" This is a quote by Linda Ellis. I took close up shots of my students faces and cropped them to focus on in their eyes. Then I bought small mirrors and attached them. The next idea is to have them reflect first themselves about what the quote means to them, and then have each student come up with one affirmation about each student in the class. It'll be interesting to see if indeed others see them as they see themselves. If you have any other great ideas, I would love to hear them. The projects I've concentrated on this year have been to use various apps that alter their photos and then incorporate poetry, or any form of writing, along with art. Some of the end results have been amazing! I'm hoping I'll be able to share some of them with you in the future. I can't believe my 10 minutes is already up! It goes by very quickly and I often find that I have more I want to write but for tonight, I'm going to stop. It's been a very long and busy day.
ReplyDelete10 minute timed write on laptop:
ReplyDeleteI should be alone right now, but instead I’m out in the open easily accessible to my three-year old daughter clonking about in her clogs and practicing yelling with her dad. Is my family an excuse not to write?
A chuckle and a laugh at my daughter being a bear and roaring at her dad. It’s warm in the house, the lights, the laughter, the wood. It’s not often that I feel at home at home. Is this strange?
Writing used to come so easily, now it’s forced and stuttered. I’m looking at the clock and seeing that only three minutes of my allotted ten have passed. Looking at the clock like my students do when I make them write in Spanish. In Spanish. Spill your thoughts and feelings in a language not your own, in a language you do not dream in, laugh in, breathe in. It’s harder that it is. Assigning it is easy when I don’t do it myself.
Five minutes left and my daughter has moved on from roaring like a bear to jumping like a bunny. How long before she no longer pretends that she is an animal and pretends she is an adult? I forget that the students in my class used to play at being animals and dress up and thinking that a cocoa with whipped cream and sprinkles was heaven incarnate.
Two minutes left and I’m wondering why I keep thinking about my students. Why I can’t just concentrate on myself. Is it that I’m censoring myself for class, knowing that I can’t really write what I feel and think because as some other writers have stated, some things are not appropriate for a blog post? Perhaps.
No minutes left. The last part went much faster than the first. It’s usually the way with most things, isn’t it?
I was drawn in by your posting because it was the 10-minute timed writing, the same writing exercise I completed for my first entry. I was curious what others write during their 10 minutes of free/forced writing. Your observations of the home around you is very similar to what I feel as well. This was especially true about your wondering why you think about your students so much. It is interesting how much we assign to them that we probably wouldn't be happy doing ourselves. I try to avoid such assignments but it still tends to happen. Your descriptions of your daughter are adorable; I could actually picture her in my mind. Isn't it funny the things that float to the surface when we turn on the faucet and give ourselves an outlet?
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ReplyDeleteThis is sooooo awkward!
DeleteI started this as a timed write, but it became one of completion instead: from A to Z. It proved much more difficult and less spontaneous than I imagined.
ReplyDelete“Sentences through the alphabet”
Awake and it’s past ten at night, Stella?
Because you can only drink milk or water after 6 o’clock, Stella.
Curious that my right toe is cold.
Delightful burger I ate today at Taproot with an old and new friend.
Eager to get back to reading “Juntos” cuddled up in bed.
Forever feeling my cold fingers against my neck: relief.
Getting over not thinking about what others will be thinking about, slowly.
Had to interrupt this writing to put on purple fairy wings on Stella at 10:09 pm.
I feel guilty for ignoring my daughter right now as she’s pulling on my pajama bottoms.
Just watched my husband carry her down the hall.
Keep on going, cold fingers moving across the keyboard trying to grasp a thought.
Little excitement in doing this exercise right now.
Maybe tomorrow would have been better.
Nevertheless, I still have some time left of my ten.
Obviously, I am out of shape when it comes to writing about my life.
Pulling and erratically stitching words together.
Quite not as easy as I had thought, as it had used to be for me.
Rising up they will come, I have faith.
Silly not to, really, because things always come to pass when I will them.
Tomorrow I will feel relief at having accomplished two writings to date.
Unless I begin to stress about not having yet done the rest.
Viscous is how my mind feels right now, and I don’t believe it’s due to the hour.
Was this alphabet really a good idea for what will I begin with X?
Xylophone is all I can think of and bees.
Zed is what the English use and I’d like some tea.
Okay! Now I have to try....
DeleteAlways smile before you yell.
Be aware of your wonderful surroundings
Can't I do anything but give orders?
Don't tell me how to dress.
Every good deed deserves another
For better or worse, I love my husband.
Go tell it on the mountain...
Hand me a drink.
I am so tired after my hike.
Just as I thought, words are flowing easily.
Keep on truckin' says one of the songs that plays in my head.
Let's play with words.
My mother was an amazing woman.
No one has ever been kinder or more truthful to me.
Ouch, there goes the knee again.
Perhaps I should be cleaning house.
Quit tying to force these sentences and let them flow.
Reach for something inside your head.
Sadly, I am off my diet again.
The result is frightening.
Up, up and away goes all I had lost.
Verily I say on to you....
What am I going to do when I have finished.
(Ex-)actly as I had expected.
Yes, I am happy today.
Zest and happiness go hand in hand.
FUN! I liked this a lot. So may thought are in my head.
10:45pm – 10:55 pm
ReplyDeleteQuestions to ask my mother:
1. Were you ever sure you were in love?
2. What your father like when you were young – was it clear early that he was mentally ill?
3. How did you have the self control never to speak badly of my father to me?
4. Are you happy?
5. Please describe my family tree on your side to me. In detail. So I can remember better.
6. Do you feel like being a woman has helped or hurt you in life? Why?
7. When were you angriest at one of my teachers?
8. Why didn’t you want me to have a car?
9. How would you have raised me differently if you had been a single mom?
10. Do you ever wish you had a son?
11. Do you think that we suffer from depression in the same way?
12. Did you ever have an affair?
13. When were you the happiest that you can remember? What years? How old were you?
14. Do you see me getting married someday?
15. How long did your longest heartbreak last?
16. If you could’ve chosen any clear career path, which do you think you would’ve liked most?
17. What is the most dangerous thing you ever did?
18. Do you think we are a solitary people?
19. Where do you think you’d be now if I’d never happened?
Things to say to my mother:
1. Thank you.
2. I’m sorry.
3. I love you.
4. I love you.
5. I love you.
6. I love you.
Wow - both your questions and "things to say" are precious. I hope your mother will answer these very thoughtful questions for you. That would be a beautiful gift.
DeleteI enjoyed your list. I think that some people would be afraid to ask some of these questions, but imagine what a treasure it would be to have answers to them. I can also feel a sense of vulnerability throughout you questions. I appreciate your open honesty and willingness to share this with us. Is your mother still alive?There is a book that this reminds me of. It is called "Share Your Stories Grandmother", a book full of questions for a grandmother to answer and send to her grandchildren. Through my eyes, it is a great family history/ genealogy resource.
DeleteYour post brought tears to my eyes. The thought of being able to ask my mom many of the same questions is very scary. I have those questions and many more- I just wouldn't be able to ask them. I hope you are able to get your answers and are able to say the things you want to say to her. I admire your strength to even write them down.
DeleteI really liked reading the questions to your mother. This past summer I interviewed my mother on video and I wish I could have prepared better for it. Perhaps next time I get to see her I can write a list and it can help in the interview. I wanted to record my mother so my daughter would know her and so that I would know her better.
DeleteThank you, ladies, for your responses. My mom is still alive; she lives in Tennessee, far away. and I've had the opportunity to touch on some of these topics with her, but I only saw her in person for one day all of last year. We talk on the phone sometimes, (never often enough) and she gives me hints of the answers to some of these questions - usually when I am most upset. This summer, she will be traveling to Oregon to see me perform in a circus show, and I am going to see if I can go visit her in May... I find that I value her input and experience more and more the older I get - at 25, I truly regret my perspective when I was 15, but, unfortunately, I can still remember it in so much detail... thanks again for your responses.
DeleteWell, I thought I would try this 10mins of just free writing. Already I am somewhat anxiety ridden as I am such an organized person when it comes to school work and college class but her goes.
ReplyDeleteI set the timer so as to not go over
Can’t wait to run the dogs
Pretty day out finally no snow
I am worried about Cailee Ann’s eye
Wow the was for her eye was expensive
Busy morning haven’t had prayer time must be next
Yeshua is the light in a follower’s eye
Blank
change song
I am tired and I even slept in
This is nuts
I see red lines I need to fix spelling ah this is painful
Oops the music stopped
I sure like this new song, new to me
Chair dancing
Wow still 4 mins to go
Does singing to the song count?
Need to take contacts out
Still dancing in my chair
Reminds me of Dick Clark’s show sooooooo many years ago
This is not renewing my mind I am going crazy 35 seconds left
Philippians 4:8 What ever is true, honorable, just, pure, lovely…
Gotta stop buzzer went off
Sorry guys I have to edit this or you will think I am an idiot. OK now I can send.
I found myself doing a lot of reflective reading the past ten days. One of my writings is about Lent.
ReplyDeleteLent Its time to do it. Oh how I look forward to it now as an adult. The word that comes to mind is refreshing. When I was a child, the word was give up, do penance. I think the word ‘springtime of the church’ aptly describes how many of us feel as we approach Easter. The hurry and buzz of the holidays gives way to a winter time….to things being in their essence. Not the decorative and delight of green leaves unfurling, but the hard look at snow. The Eskimos have seven words for snow… Amazing. I find myself thinking more, being quiet more, spending time with the Scriptures, being drawn inward being thankful for so much that God has done in my life and the lives of our family members. I remember the first spiritual step “ Be still and know that I am Lord. “Ohhhhh… to remember again, and again and again. When life gets too busy, it is good to sit. When life gets too fast, it is good to slow down. When we offer a day of rest..the Sabbath, we renew and renew and renew. It is all right to rest. It changes the energy of the moment. It gathers together something new and maybe even forgotten…the pause in the day. Not always an unwind…just a pause.
I read the Psalms anew yesterday and today. I had never read the Canticle of Moses. How beautiful those words are. A man on the move, forming a people of God and a writer. It was so easy to loose sight of that. Yet we have the Hebrew Scriptures because He wrote.
The psalms I was drawn to are the Psalms 119 and 120. The verbs were strong. I liked that I thought they were etched on my mind and heart. I pondered. Yet now as I try to recall I can’t remember. Hmmm. Maybe it takes more than a few times to return to the Scriptures.
Lent….Easter.. words from the past I had almost forgotten them. New words Sabbath, a day of rest with God. A day that He ordained for His children to rest with Him. I wonder how many remember. Moses did, he even wrote about it and exactly what to do on God’s day of rest. Work 6 days and rest on the 7th as God Himself did. Moses also wrote of all of God’s ordained celebrations. You are right Beth, what if Moses hadn’t taken the time to write down his journey with the God of creation. Passover a day to remember. A day that God freed His children and reminded them who He was.
DeleteThanks for the thoughts Beth. I do look forward to Passover and remembering our God of Salvation. YaHuWah, His Hebrew name and for His Son Yeshua (Jesus). Psalm 136 a praise for all He did.
Here is my first quick write.
ReplyDeleteI think about why I am here. Why am I here in a remote village in Alaska where everything is so different than I have experienced before. I have spent years in Hawaii, and a summer in Costa Rica, but warm and humid places to live. I enjoyed them both, but sometimes they were too hot or too humid for me to enjoy.
One of my favorite parts about living in Costa Rica was the frequent downpours of rain which usually didn’t last too long. I loved the sound of the rain pelting on the metal roofs of our three sided classrooms. I love that it reminded my of home, where is rains a lot throughout the year.
I also loved the trips we took to places throughout the country. My Spanish wasn’t too great, but I was usually able to speak enough to get or find the things I need. Plus, some of the places we went there were simply beautiful places without many people. Also, many people there speak better English than I did Spanish.
One of my favorite trips was going river rafting with two of the other girls at the school. I felt bad for one of the girls because she ended up being sick on the day of the trip, so I know she couldn’t enjoy it as much as she had hoped to. The water was low, but there were still some good rapids. I don’t know why, but I still remember that I ripped off one of my fingernails trying to paddle out of one of the rapids.
We also stopped to see some amazing waterfalls. I am a sucker for waterfalls, and love going to see them wherever I am. I enjoy taking pictures of them, but am always nervous that the camera will get wet and stop working. This would be a big problem for me because I just bought a new DSLR. Sometimes I am nervous to use it because it was so expensive. I find that I do that a lot. I finally buy something that I have been wanting. Sometimes it is expensive, sometimes not. But then, I don’t ever use it because I don’t want to use it up and then it be gone for good, or to break it somehow. Sometimes I even do this with food, and then it just spoils and I didn’t get to enjoy it at all.
I am noticing that the topic of this writing is changing from one topic to another. I kind of like that I am giving myself to freedom to do that. I can imagine myself going back later and adding to the individual thoughts and making this a more detailed written piece. I think this could be a good way to start a personal narrative. A narrative can be a scary thing to think about. Where to start? What to write about? What is too personal, and what can you feel comfortable sharing. I guess I would have to think about the audience, which in this day, if it was posted online, that is everyone, everywhere.
Since I've written my other two ten minute entries in a spiral notebook I thought I'd give it another go here on the blog....... I went to church today and was struck by something the pastor said. He stated how so many of us are always trying to be something or like someone else when we should be only be ourselves. This brought me back to thinking about the students in my classroom. How often do we hear them say I want to be more like her or him. That's what I like most about some of the projects I've done in my class this year. It helps to celebrate our individual, unique qualities. However, even when we get done, I still hear students comment on how they like what someone else did more than what they created themselves. Maybe it shows their insecurities, secret desires? Writing is another way to be an individualist. When given the opportunity to write in many different ways it creates avenues to express yourself. Like me having to type for 10 minutes..... it forces me to think about something and share it. I've always told my kids, "If you can talk, then you can write." Now with having to do this myself, I find that this is true. I try to have a conversation as if I were speaking to someone. I still think I prefer writing on paper though and not have to share this type of spontaneous writing with everyone else. I tend to say more of what's on my mind if it's for my eyes only. Then this brings me back to thinking about what the students write about....... are they really writing about what comes to their minds or are they censoring their writing too because they know that I will be reading it. I've used form poetry and kids cans sometimes be brutally honest. Almost to the point where I have to share it with the school councilor. I've also used the strategy where if it's ok for me to read it, they put a green dot on the top of the entry. If they don't want me to read it, then they put a red dot on top of their entry. The problem is, to be honest, when I see the red dot, it makes me WANT to read what they've written even more! Then I'm not respecting what I've set up for them to be able to write honestly. Any suggestions out there to what you do? I want to give kids an opportunity to write spontaneously, without having to worry about what they write. WOW! 10 minutes goes by very quickly. I'm not going to go back like I did last time and edit what I've written........ this will be difficult because it's in my nature to be somewhat of a perfectionist. Thank God at least it checks the spelling as you type!!! :) Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend!
ReplyDeleteI saw Eugenia and Sondra’s posts and wanted to try the ABC sentences too.
ReplyDeleteAnother weekend coming to an end
Ben, my oldest son, was telling me about a story he ‘was writing for fun’, *sigh
Can I get this done in 10 minutes?
Do I have everything planned and copied for the week?
Everything is set for my girls weekend in April
Finally
Gabe, my younger son, is having trouble with his dialectical journal- what is that exactly?
How did I get through school without learning that?
I took a nap today and am still tires
Journal writing is something I keep trying and can’t keep up with
K is a hard letter to start a sentence with
Love that we ended up having family night after all and they had fun
Made it to the gym this morning with Ben
Nothing was graded this weekend
Over my head in commitments right now
Probable need to learn to say no
Quite possibly the busiest I’ve been in a long time
Randy has done all the housework this weekend!
Stay out of the room while I write, please!
Timed writing is nerve racking
Understand why Gabe is having a hard time in Language Arts
Very tough teacher and my lack of writing desire
Will he grow out of it?
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Good thing it's a fast write- so many grammar and spelling errors.
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ReplyDeleteTen-minute write using Goldberg’s suggestion of starter thoughts. I was in the mood for a list.
I want to want this, this writing all the time.
I want to deserve to call myself a writer.
I want to stop wondering if I will ever write a novel and just do it, even if it’s horrible.
I want to be a good mother to my daughter.
I want to not feel guilty when I take time for myself, reading, writing, going to the gym, or just doing nothing in particular.
I want to be the person I thought I would be when I was growing up.
I want to make my parents proud.
I want to make my in-laws proud.
I want to be a better teacher.
I want to learn even more about Latin America.
I want to travel with my family.
I want to give my daughter memories that she will treasure forever.
I want to always be able to tell my husband exactly what I feel and want.
I want to feel warmth to the depth of my being.
I want to take greater joy in living in Alaska.
I want to like the cold, but I fear that I never will.
I want to learn how to butcher a game animal, just because.
I want to let myself rely on other people, because I’ve never been one to ask for help.
I want to be happy in being who I am.
I want to be the woman my husband thinks I am.
I want to finish three triathlons this summer.
I want to carry my weight on the Chilkoot Trail when I attempt it in June.
I want to run a marathon before I turn 45.
I want to age gracefully, but am already dreaming of Botox.
I want to turn regrets into acts of accomplishment.
Week 2 Response to Natalie Goldberg
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All through dinner I mumbled and stared at the painting on the wall, a knife-painted oil of a dark figure walking down a park path flanked on either side by the most mysterious trees. The scene is at once eerie and beautiful in the way a gothic cathedral was made to inspire both awe and fear. The colors of the piece make no and perfect sense. The black trees festooned with red and yellow and green leaves. Purple in the low background. Bits of blue hang in the trees where no blue has any business.The black figure is at once both walking and stone still. There is something there. The ground seethes and roils with yellow, yet the purple gives him pause as he walks alone without light. In this place the only light needed at the witching hours is the radiance of the orange leaves that do not dim with the set sun.
This painting painted by a man with a mortgage, selling his wares on -line created escape for his patrons. What an interesting job…to create a window on a wall to stare into and our from. It reminds me of a song that goes,” reach out from the inside.” This frame on the wall is the out there a place of escape on a wall, not like the picture of a former lover on a jail cell wall, but a few hundred square inches of away from this moment. And yet that is the duality, by staring into this riot of color, I sit stiller, I hear the timber in my wife’s voice. I hear the words behind the words and hold her hand because that was what the words behind the words said.
Sorry for the PapaShutt bit, I am not sure how to link to my new blog without changing the name. PapaShutt = Derek Shuttleworth
DeleteHave no shame for the "PapaShutt bit." Be proud to be the Papa to the MamaShutt. All joking aside, it is beautiful the way you described my oil painting. Have I mentioned recently what an awesome Christmas present they were? Thank you again, Sweetie.
DeleteWeek 2 Response to Natalie Goldberg
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When I was a young boy, I had magic powers. The funny thing is, as a man of 35, I still remember with perfect clarity what that felt like–to know that the world was different for you, for me. I knew I was touched even then, not odd or quirky (though I bet others thoughts so). Maybe it was what it feels like to walk with God or having grace, but as a boy enraptured in mythology and fairy tales, I knew it as magic. I could feel things far away, see things far away, sense when something bad were to happen or to avoid a certain stranger. I moved as if a hand guided me through crows and woods as I cup the back of my son’s head to weave him through the supermarket. I felt nature alive around me at all times. I was in every moment. I had no plans or no iternarary. I was five. My dog was my friend. He was not a dog or an Irish Setter. He was my friend in as true as sense of the word as a best man or a mate. I spoke to him and he spoke to me. We understood each other in a langue real because we wanted it to be real. As a man of faith I believe in power where it must reside for us. As a boy I needed that friend as a stalwart ally against all that I did not understand and all that scared me. He was never disapproving or let down by my boyish acts. His love was never compromised or conditioned. As I look back on those large dark eyes, I know that it was me looking back at me. I was in that dog and he was in me. His eyes reflected back to me the love that I could only have or understand much later for a scared boy. In his face I heard a voice that calmed and called out in the dark that welcomed home, but it was my voice so long down the pathway of years. My dog carried me through time and delivered a man to that boy and brought a boy to this man.
This is one of the most beautiful pieces I have seen you write! You have to keep this one, to frame it. When Jason has his own dog someday (soon), you should take a picture of him with his dog and frame this beautiful piece with it. Piece...that's all I can think to call it and it is what it brings - peace. There is a calmness in the words, a security, much in the comfort you found in O'Brien's eyes, as Jason find in the cup of your palm on his head. Beautiful, truly beautiful.
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A few minute ago I wrote you another card, Grandma. Like I have for the last several Sundays, I picked one up and wrote to you about what the week held for us and what I hope is in store for you, knowing full well you are dying and struggling each day.
In the card I wrote:
We had a pretty full week, and we have another one in store for us. Parent teacher conferences and a bout of the stomach bug made the week long, but we had a really nice weekend . JJ is doing great. He is talking a little more everyday and revealing just a little more personality all the time. Today we went swimming, and he is picking it up. I remember long ago, Aunt Debbie used to take me to the pool. It is funny how some things come back at just the right time.
This weekend I think we found the house we want to buy. We have a few moves to make before we can make it happen, but I think it will work out for us. We have worked hard and I think that it is all starting to come together for us. It will be so nice having a home instead of living in house after house.
There was more in the card but that is the gist of it. I want to keep her informed, but I really want her to feel a connection…to see some words on paper that are meant for only her. Her husband of sixty years, my Grandfather died, a few days before this past Christmas. Her health is in decline, and though she is fortunate to be surrounded by family, I don’t even know how to think of what her days are, let alone how she finds stomach enough to live them. My mother always wanted me to write thank- you letters to them and now when it is late, I am.
In truth what I wanted to write is this:
I don’t know how to talk about Grandpa dying. I am crushed thinking of it, but you live it. You made eggs and folded sock and watched him mow the lawn, smoked and played cribbage and derided him in the playful barbs, loved him, and fought with him in the way that only married couples know is another language of love. You were there with him every day, and now you are alone and he is in a box in my dad’s gun cabinet, like a box of ammo. I want to ask if you talk to him, if you still hear him, if you can bear to see his yellow lab. How do you make half a pot of coffee or sleep in the middle of the bed? I now have people in my life to lose, so I know the first act of the play but you on stage in the fifth. What can be said to you, so you feel peace? Do you want to feel the pain because it is real and honest, or is the night stand full of pills exactly what you need? I don’t know what to say to you. All I know to talk about is my job and swimming lessons. It is like the last page of The Giving Tree, and ironically, I have nothing to give you.
Derek, I think you just did. That last paragraph is so poignant. I would encourage you to look at it each day this week, think about it carefully and with love. You know the person you want to send it to. If it is to be sent or retouched in any way it will come to you. If you still think it is not to be sent, that will be confirmed.
DeleteYou really opened something beautiful in your last paragraph. You sound spontaneous and honest. Perhaps you could share it in someway with your grandmother. If not, keep it for yourself. Thanks for sharing it with us.
DeleteDerek, I am using all my replies this week for you. I read your words to your grandma and I think of us. What you are giving to her is your life, living it on, living her wonderfully-full life over, carrying on into your marriage what you learned in theirs. I read your writing to her, your message to her and I think of my own grandmother and I have the same questions. Unlike you, I am not even brave enough to put them to paper; it's been 8 years since she lost her husband and I can still feel the pain in her strong hugs as she embraced all of us a few days before the funeral. Do with the words what you will - keep them, send them, preview them with Gina or Debbie, but know that the message behind them, the memories and values and love that you carry on from them are more than anything you could hand to them. I love you dearly.
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ReplyDelete1. Learn to be a better teacher of writing.
2. What will my students write about?
3. How do I ignite a spark in them to see deeper?
4. All of you are right, 10 minutes is a long time to write when trying to accomplish something for a set amount of time?
5. I don’t think I want to exercise for 10 minutes.
6. I need to - it would help.
7. Maybe I would feel better and have more energy?
8. It was fun going to the parade today.
9. We were not bumps on a log!
10. We actually took the kids someplace fun!
11. I’m glad it wasn’t bitter cold.
12. Watching the kids play in the snow at the playground was fun!
13. Why don’t we do that more often?
14. I let tiredness and work get in the way:-(
15. I want the world to slow down so that I can just enjoy my kids.
16. I’m scared to let Kaden go to first grade by himself to his home school instead of mine.
17. It’s fun having him at school and hard a the same time.
18. He needs to be around neighborhood kids, not hanging around mom waiting for her to be done.
19. Stuck.
20. I wonder how Linda is doing?
21. Okay, I find myself filtering.
22. When will this year be over and I can just play with the kids?
23. I really need to listen to people when they tell me it all goes by to fast.
24. I don’t want to miss my children growing up or them get use to Mom working and relying too much on themselves.
25. I love my sons.
26. They are wonderful
27. Paitin is in the terrible threes.
28. The mood swings are getting to me - breathe.
29. I think about “male” brains.
30. Do my boys hear me when given redirection and guidance?
31. Do they hear “Blah, blah, blah”?
32. Dear Lord, please don’t let me create boys like my father and the male ancestors in my family history!
33. Please let them be warm and caring like their father.
34. He is wonderful and an amazing dad!
35. Stolen seconds after the timer dings to lay down some random thoughts.
I think I liked my first writing better although there is value in writing in list format.
Post #3
ReplyDeleteWriting, oh writing, must I today? I just want to lay down my head and rest from this eventful day. To the movies we went, which was a lot of fun. Running around the house chasing kids, doing dishes, and the mounds of laundry to be had. Oh I wish to be doing something other than this – why do you complain so much? Yeesh, your classmates will be sick. Find a better attitude! Writing can be fun. Express your feelings and let them run.
Oh, I hear good music playing on the TV. What is my husband watching? I want to be with him cuddled and warm.
Writing, oh writing, what fun it can be. The joys of seeing Grandpa play with my babies tonight. Paitin’s belly laughter is such a delight. He has such joy for life it is wonderful to see. I sure do love that boy and I’m glad God gave him to me.
What a lucky mother I am to have such healthy and loving boys. I never thought this day would come and it did twice! They are good friends to each other, well most of the time. I hope they rely on each other forever and to the end. Friends to keep each other strong and true to themselves. What a lucky mother I am to have such beautiful boys so different yet the same.
Nice rhyming! It would be fun to hear your writing as a spoken word peace - moms so seldom try that genre. If you accomplished this in 10 minutes, I am sure you could prepare quite a performance with just a little more time invested! A voice memo app on any iphone or andriod can record in a jiffy... just a thought for assignments for students, too. Many students identify with rhyming and rap and can create great study resources by creating and performing rhyming pieces.
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ReplyDeleteI have to write a graduation speech: my husband and I have been chosen to co-speak at this year’s graduation. I’ve done this a few other times in my thirteen years at Ben Eielson High School, and I love it, but I also don’t want to reuse my old topics. Anyway, I’m going to use this list idea to jot down some of the ideas that I’ve had for topics since I found out.
1. There is a good chance that I may be leaving my job for awhile at the end of this school year as well (to care for our new baby). In that case, both the kids and I are “graduating”—moving on. I’m both excited and scared about it, and I know they are, too.
2. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE being a teacher. For the ten-years that I taught full-time, I lived at the school, and I have no regrets about that. Three years ago, when my son was born, I decided to go to a .4 position, and now I have the best of both worlds: I still get to teach and stay connected to a career that I love but—most importantly—I get to spend most of the day with my son. Now that I’m thinking about giving up the .4 for awhile and staying home with the kids, I’d like to talk about what it feels like to LOVE your job—be really passionate about it—but then also be lucky enough to find something that you love even more.
3. I want to say something about getting involved, being really passionate about something. Yes, there’s always the chance that you can get hurt or let down, no matter if what you’re passionate about is your job, a personal relationship, a hobby, etc., but there’s no greater feeling than to REALLY love what you do and to put a lot of pride in something. Sometimes I feel like our students are so afraid of failure that they don’t try their best; that way, in their minds, they won’t be hurt when what they wanted doesn’t work out.
10-minute timed write #3:
I am about 25-weeks pregnant. Six weeks ago, we went in for an ultrasound, but we didn’t want to know the baby’s gender, so we had the ultrasound technician write it down and put it into an envelope. I’ve been pretty sure that “Chickie,” as my son Bryson calls his future sibling, is a boy, so I’ve had no desire to open the envelope. I was sure. My husband, however, did not agree with me. He’s a science teacher and, at the time of conception, he was training for the Equinox Marathon (he’s a hard-core triathlete and runner); he found research stating that if he is running more than x number of miles a week (I think it was 30-40), then he would have a lower amount of testosterone in his system and the baby is more likely to be a girl. He’s been dying to open the envelope—not just because he wants to know what we’re having, but more because he wants to prove the validity of the scientific method. Well, we opened it yesterday, and we’re having a girl. As I stood there shocked, my husband was chanting: “Sci-ence, sci-ence!” Up to that moment, I couldn’t imagine myself being the mother of a girl. Today, I was thinking about it as I was putting Bryson down for a nap, and as we were laying in bed together—the only people in the house—he looked at me and said: “That other mommy wants to give you a big hug and a kiss.” “What other mommy?” I asked him. “The one in the doorway,” he said. Of course, there was no one there, and I’m sure that his tired little brain was concocting gibberish. He has no way of knowing that his grandmother on my side passed away from cancer six years ago. I felt a real sense of peace, though, as I considered what it could mean: Maybe my mother’s telling me that having a daughter is a wonderful blessing, and that I’m totally ready for this.
This is a family treasure. You must keep a copy of this for your family in a special place. What a powerful piece.
DeleteI really enjoyed both of your reflections. It is clear that you spend your limited time thinking about what really matters; your focus really pays off in both of these pieces.
DeleteWhat a treasure! Congratulations!
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ReplyDelete3:12 pm – 3:25 pm
Afterschool.
Things I would change about me:
1. Better feet/ankles – more efficient for running.
2. Wouldn’t lose my voice so easily – stronger vocal chords
3. I’d sleep well at night, every night instead of being an inveterate insomniac.
4. I wouldn’t feel the need to state my opinion so often.
5. I’d be an EXCELLENT runner
6. I’d be more laid-back
7. I’d have faith – either religion or something else
8. I’d be contented with life, happier easily.
9. I would remember people’s names – everyone who knew my name, I would know theirs.
10. I’d have a positive explanatory style – I’d be more of an optimist and less critical of myself and the people around me.
Looking at this list, I am seeing that I am actually “living the change” in many ways.
1. I’ve worked on my running technique, and gotten insoles to improve my foot placement. I’ve done yoga to improve flexibility and body awareness and have stopped “running through” my injuries.
2. I am taking voice lessons to improve singing technique and using a megaphone during PE (50 students at a time) to help preserve my voice.
3. In college, I resorted to sleeping pills (something I should’ve done much earlier in life). Post-college, I can generally sleep without them – I just need a routine of relaxing and calming anxiety.
4. I am more tactful with my opinions – but I’ll always be working on this one. This is part of who I am and is a positive as well as a negative.
5. I can be a better runner. I’ll never be excellent, but I love it now more than ever and am taking steps to see if it is something I can do healthily into the future.
6. I am becoming more an more laid-back (something that is hard for many new acquaintances to imagine).
7. Faith is a tough one. I still want it and am working on having faith in myself first.
8. I am not the “content” type, but I know now what things make me happy and I indulge myself more often!
9. Names are a constant struggle – they require care. I need to care all the time, every time, which is not entirely possible. I am okay with occasionally forgetting names, as long as I am courteous and nice to the people I meet. Some people think I am great at names, and I aspire to live up to this expectation.
10. I am cultivating a positive explanatory style. I am there intellectually, I just don’t always FEEL it. I need to develop it as a habit and eventually the feeling will come. I am building this muscle.
Things I WOULDN’T change about me: (WHY IS THIS LIST SO MUCH HARDER? IS IT BECAUSE IT FEELS SO MUCH LIKE BRAGGING? THIS PUBLIC FORUM THING IS AWKWARD TO THE EXTREME SOMETIMES).
1. My musical sense
2. My honesty – even if it does sometimes get me in trouble!
3. My strong sense of smell
4. My upper body strength and ability to pack on the muscle and stay lean.
5. My creativity with visual elements and in “thinking outside the box”.
6. My ability to talk to anyone – all ages/backgrounds/etc. and build a connection.
7. My strong biking/skiing abilities.
8. My confidence to “put myself out there” in a public speaking role, in introducing myself to strangers, or in objecting to something I think is wrong.
9. My sister/dad/mom/family – they are amazing.
10. The amazing experiences I have had – growing up in Alaska, rafting in the summer, obsessively training for XC skiing for many, many years, getting hurt, hating college, joining the circus, traveling alone in Ecuador. Good, bad, happy, ugly, I will keep them all.
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ReplyDeleteI found this site some time ago on Pinterest and decided to take a look at it this morning. It's a blog with hundreds of writing prompts! I picked one and used it with my class today for a ten-minute free write.
The prompt I chose was a cartoon of a knight and a dragon having tea together. I had a really hard time coming up with a beginning and then spent a lot of the 10 minutes thinking. The student’s however, did well and some of them filled 2 lined pages.
During afternoon tea, the dragon and knight discussed the day’s events and the plan for tomorrows job.
They worked in Fairy Tales, although, there wasn’t a lot of work for either one of them these days.
As usual, the conversation turned to the future. The dragon talked about maybe retiring and moving to the country with his family. He knew this was just a dream, as money had been tight since the downturn of the economy. The knight discussed his disappointment in the lack of jobs available to “washed-up” knights.
That’s when the daydreaming of a new plan came about… (here I just started writing down ideas for where the story could go)
kidnapping the princess
taking over the castle
starting a new business together
joining the scheme the jester kept bother them about
buying a farm and growing tea
Thanks! I just checked it out and loved the site. I collect prompts and quotations that impress me. You never know when they will speak to the inner writer!
DeleteHow does a week go by so fast? I honestly don't know. Each day slips away as life piles in each minute asking for time, for attention. "I'll have time tomorrow." "I'll fit it in tonight when the kids are asleep." " Maybe during planning time I can grade then have my evening open to spend with my girls." I don't like this form of writing. typing seems so unnatural. No flow of ink to paper, no smoothness. How do people write like this. No wonder I postpone writing assignments. I have to write it all on paper first then transcribe it into electric text. Double the work, no satisfaction. Prefer the option of edit as I write, with a pen. Electronic text feels so...not right. Convenient, yes. Less weight involved with multiple books in a little kindle. Editing is so much easier in a word processor than it was with my typewriter and white-out tape. Still don't care to write this way. I don't type quickly. It seems to take longer. My hands don't cramp though, when I type, I mean. Fingers cramp around a pen, not pushing keys. Still don't like to type first. Want to just write with a pen. Online courses, no faces, lots of typing. Disconnected. Seems electronic writing is more convenient but no real attachment to places, people. Nothing to touch. More posts to catch up. Need to stay caught up now. More posts later.
ReplyDeleteAnother 10 minute free write (many spelling mistakes): One day I am going to take a trip to Africa. I have to decide wherere I want to go, but I think that Tanzania is one of my top choises. A perfe ct trip would be taking a safari to a big game park where I could see elephants, giraffes, lions, rhinos. My uncle has done this and I was very gealous. I would also like to spend time in an Africa village and see what life is like there. I know it wound;t be really experiencing it as a tourist, but I wish I could be emersed in the culture and acestped to the villagers. I know if Ghana they speak English and in Tanzania they speak Swahili. I already know some words in Swahili and have heard it isn’t too difficult to learn the language. I want to be able to ride an elephant. There is an elephant sanctuary that I would live at and work at. Thy have baby elephants with no mom. There is also a place that is a giraffe hotel. You eat dinner in a room with no roof and the giraffes come poike their heads in to say hello. That would be so cool. I have ahnd fed giraffes at two different zoos. I loved that. Their tongues are rouch like a cat and a little slimy. They are sort of black and purcple. I would also go see Victoria Falls, but that is no where near Ghana. It is toward the Eastersn side of Afriaca. It is named after QWueen Victoria. In pictures it is beautiful.. I have been to see Niagara Falls and it was amazing. Victoria Falls is more massive than Naigara Falls. Plus, people can get right up to where the water falls off the edge at Victoria Falls because the volumn of speed of the water is not as fast ands dangerous. I thin kI would only do that if I were tied up to something to make sure I didn’t fall over the edge. For years I have thought about going to teach in Africa. The only way that I have founf to do this safetyl and without being taken advantage of it through the Peace Corp. My cooprerating teacher for student teaching did Peas Corp and was a teacher in Sier Leonne, which is in Africa. I thought it was a sign that we were put together because that is something I had always thought or dreamed about, but never really thought I would do. To be with someone who had, and listen to her experiences was fun. I am nervous about all of the poisonous animals, expecially the snalkes, black mambas. They are I think the most poisonous in the world. I know there are also poisonous spiders there too. I don’t know if I would be able to risk my life with that to live in Africa and be a teacher.
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This past August, August 2012, I was out to dinner with my husband and two of his friends from high school. They were discussing something…I don’t know…”manly” probably and I must have found it appalling or inaccurate or silly or stupid or all of the above because I interrupted their prattle with one of my profound thoughts and they were all silent, contemplating the thought I just dropped on our bar table. Pleased with how quickly I was able to shut them up, I sat up in my chair and spoke to them like all of their mothers:
“Isn’t is AMAZING how quiet RIGHT sounds?”
They were blown away and oohs and ahhs filled the air above our heads as the three guys pulled out their phones to write down the gem I just laid on them, so they might lay it on some unsuspecting victim at a later time.
This wasn’t the first time I impressed others – even myself! – with Art of War-type observations or fortune cookie philosophies, but it is the one original line of mine that I remember more than any others. Derek nods his head often at me (no, not obediently!) as he ponders one of my recent insights and I collect his nods and “That’s a good point,” and “I never thought of that,” and “Wow, you’re right,” like a young boy collects baseball cards. They are not ego food (okay, yeah, I get a boost out of impressing people), but rather the impetus to continue to see the world around me as an astute observer, to see things the way others don’t, to come up with solutions that others can’t.
As a teacher, I pay this homage forward by collecting student gems of wisdom. Although, I will admit, they are not always sage or wise, but they are ALWAYS funny. My first year of teaching, I wrote these statements on the board and students lusted after having their humor immortalized. Some of my favorites from that year: “Did you just kill a duck?!” and “How’s your flow?” (long stories for both statements, but inside jokes me and my kids will carry with us always).
So, what does all this have to do with writing? Goldberg says to “Find a sentence that you like that comes from you.” I’ve been in the habit of writing down the quotes of others for 20 years – famous, infamous, humorous, wise – but, I haven’t paid attention to my own observations, my own sentences. That is, until I met my husband and he started collecting my quotes, in the same way I collected others. He gave me confidence in my own thoughts. Perhaps, if we start with the funny things our students say, and move on to the wise things students say, they will find their confidence as well and insert their own wise, humorous thoughts into their own writing.
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“What I do want to write about…”
I want to write about the travesty that is our American education system. I want to lay the truth bare – that which we obtain too easy, we esteem too lightly – and we can no longer expect students to value what we freely hand over to them. Yeah, I’ll say it, education should become a privilege in our country, no longer a right. This is not me saying that not everyone deserves a public education or that not everyone can handle or succeed at a public education. Rather, I am saying, if we make it harder to obtain, students would value it more, apply it more, and no longer let their apathy stand in between themselves and their potential future success.
I want to write about the path we are heading down of 1 teacher in a classroom with 60+ students and a couple aids for crowd control if the teacher is lucky. I want to write about teachers being on the endangered species list and how our lower numbers could lead to the remaining teachers having a celebrity status. Classes will no longer be delivered short distances across districts, but across states…1 teacher in one room, hundreds of students tuned in around the country. Teachers will be evaluated by content delivery, similar to an actor’s performance.
I want to write all this out in novel form, to grab the entertainment-hungry minds of our American citizens, to get them to pay attention to what has happened to our country’s learning, to get them to see we are the laughing stock of world-wide educational research results. I want to write that we need to stop testing special education students and we need to start expelling students for apathetic failures. I want to write that we need to start implementing an educational judicial system for just these types of decisions. I want to write that drastic times call for drastic measures and that the first sign of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I want to write that fewer resources and an increase in demand has never lead to progress. I want to write that we are getting it all wrong, other countries are getting it right, and we need to let down our ego as “The Most Powerful Nation in the World” and follow the lead of those that are getting it right, even if they are “less powerful than us.”
“What I don’t want to write about…”
That this might be my last year of teaching because older teachers refuse to retire for various reasons: it’s an easy paycheck as they continue to push the same material they have been using for a decade despite the fact that it no longer lines up with state standards or district curriculums, health care is too expensive and they actually can’t afford to retire yet, people are living longer now than they ever have because of the medication that keeps people alive, even if they are no longer actually living.
I don’t want to write about how much more content knowledge and pedagogy is obtained by graduating teachers today and they are locked out from teaching positions because of stubborn older teachers, budget cuts, and superintendents giving themselves a $70K pay raise but refuse to invest in instructors – the very people that have the greatest influence on student learning. I don’t want to write about the lack of rigor and common core resistance that can be found in veteran teacher’s classrooms.
I don’t want to write about how messed up and backwards our current teacher seniority protocol is because someday I will be one of those retirement-age teachers, trying to be pushed out by some sharp-tongued rookie desperate for a teaching position. I don’t want to write about how I hope I will know immediately when it is time for me to leave my post. I don’t want to write about how I pray to maintain this same level of energy until then so no new rookie teacher will see me as old, flagging, lazy, just as apathetic as my students…the way I see some older teachers now.
MamaShutts, What a poignant piece of writing! I had a second cup of tea while I read it. I would add political correctness, self esteem and lack of standards and loss of mission and the integral role of technology to your list as things to address. At one point,my graduating class did not think we would get employed because birth control was discovered and people postponed having our future students. There will always be these kinds of flucuations I think. The mission of educating students is still ours, but it is being overcrowded with social agendas in my view. Thanks again. You have a book in the making.
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