Friday, March 14, 2008

Reflection: Literacy Academy

My favorite thing is the six word story. It should help us teach the importance of word choice, but also help us teach the kids to boil down their ideas into manageable parts. Rhonda and I were talking about how good this would be for science. I realized that this would be an excellent way to end each novel we read in my 11th grade class. We discuss theme, etc. Now they'll have to come up with a six word phrase/sentence to sum up each novel. I'm very excited.

I am also excited about the blogging. I love to write and talk to people. I have often felt like today we are so ostracized from our peers. We run here and there. I am on automatic pilot, stuck on full speed. I push push push and then go go go. It's hard for me to slow down even for a minute. This lets my mind get out the thoughts that are screaming for me to unleash. I don't feel like I need to critique myself. I can just let go. Oh, how I need to let go.

Now, back to being ostracized. It's a neat thing to be linked together with the members of our Literacy Academy. I know had we not done this, my busy life would have made everyone lost to me forever, well, except for Rhonda and Marjorie. Being a part of this blogging community makes me feel a connection, and I'm very thankful for that. I just wish we could use this at our school. Maybe we can use it like some kind of an enrichment program. Hey, it might be a Career Ladder program. I'll work on it.

Thanks for everything. I've really enjoyed the Literacy Academy.


So, this is my first time blogging. Perhaps the trick is having something important to say. In whose mind, I wonder? Importance is in the "mind of the beholder," I guess. Will what I have to say matter to anyone else? How can my mind make a difference to your mind? Will you come away from this blog understanding yourself a little bit better? Will writing this blog help me understand myself better?

Words floating around in cyberspace, coming together to create meaning, on your computer screen,
How bizarre that the touch of my fingertips can produce a complex message sent across the air unseen,
On their journey to your desktop, do my words crisscross,
Do they bump into strangers as they jockey for positions lost?
Does my meaning spiral on its way, or does it dodge fireballs,
Of thoughts sent by you, crashing, splashing down the ebony falls,
of my hazy mind . . .