We have read many theories of correct and incorrect ways to teach freshman composition, and here lately, we have heard presentations on several different universities and their approach to the same subject. And I find myself wondering, are we making more out of this whole teaching writing thing than is truly prudent? We have expressed shock and awe over some of the teaching theories and the fact that even with all of this discussion and new thought not much has changed in the realm of composition for a really long time. We have felt indignant, incensed, and discouraged. And because we care about being good teachers, and we care about good writing, we have agonized a bit over what really is the best way to teach composition. And yet, with so many good ideas going unheeded, and so many different approaches to teaching composition, somehow college students manage to learn to write (some better than others) and they graduate, and get jobs, and go out into the world, and few significant calamities occur.
I'm not suggesting that we don't care, that we don't try, or that we don't continue entertaining new ideas and approaches to teaching composition. What I am suggesting is a bit of perspective. Even Atkinson asks, "What do notions like "voice," "critical thinking," "clarity," and "plagiarism" mean outside the cultural contexts in which they have been developed and are so deeply embedded?" (p. 1534). So, as important as it is to inspire, inform, and initiate our students into the world of academic writing and effective communication, let's all take a breath and remember that this isn't life or death we are talking about here. Regardless of our approach, or the constraints of the system we operate within, our students will learn to write (some better than others) and they will graduate (mostly), and get jobs (hopefully), and few significant calamities will occur.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Blogging About Blogging
In the spirit of blogging about an article on blogging, I submit a true diary/journal blog for your consideration:
It's after midnight (sorry Dr. Kemp) and I am just now getting to my blog. I had a rough day and then I allowed myself to spend the evening with my family. Now I'm paying for it. I am tired. Bone weary. This level of weariness seems to be an almost constant companion lately, and increasingly I find myself asking, "What the hell am I doing?" I started college late in life, took 6 1/2 years to get my bachelors (single mom, work, school, etc.), and this is my second masters. I have been in school for the bulk of the last 12 years, and even though I feel like I have finally found my niche in technical communication, I still have my doubts at times. I am still not completely sure of what I want to be when I grow up. At times, I'm not even sure I want to complete this program. Right now a nice 9-5 office job sounds really good. Go to work and when you come home, you are really off work. I never feel like I'm off work. Even in the middle of the night sometimes. The to do list is always spinning in my brain. Between class work, grading, and family, I feel spread so thin you could slide me under the door. And next semester will be even more challenging since I will be teaching two sections on top of everything else. I am honestly worried about how I can possibly handle it all, and when I am this tired, I am not even sure I want to try.
So, what do I do? Do I quit, get a "normal" job, and let all of the work I've done so far go to waste? Do I abandon a love of teaching just when I am finally going to get to be in an official classroom? Do I let the fear, anxiety, and weariness become my reality? Do I admit defeat, acknowledge my limitations, and slip out the back door to parts unknown?
I don't think so.
Because the doubts and fears and anxiety and weariness are not my reality. They are temporary, albeit persistent, demons that I must do battle with, but they are not my reality. My true reality is the stimulation of good classroom discussion, interesting information, and the fun of learning something new every day. It is getting to know new and interesting people with whom I may have nothing else in common except that we're all in this boat together, yet it is enough for camaraderie and even friendship to develop. My true reality is knowing that all of this effort is leading me towards something, even if I'm not completely sure what that something is. My true reality is that when all is said and done, there is nothing else I'd rather be doing right now.
So, I'll keep plugging along, doing the best I know how, and hoping (praying?!) that is is good enough. Put one foot in front of the other, check the next thing off the list (like a midnight blog) and move on. In the meantime I get to hang out with some really smart and interesting people (like you!) and learn things and do things I would otherwise not get to do. And who knows, maybe somewhere along the way I'll figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
*Postscript: With the dawn of a new day, and a good night's sleep, school and life don't seem nearly as bleak as depicted here. I somewhat regret the baring of my soul when I was so depleted. I don't want to be perceived as a whiner, but it was honest so I'm not changing it. And, after all, post publication regret is also an inherent aspect of the blog, isn't it?
It's after midnight (sorry Dr. Kemp) and I am just now getting to my blog. I had a rough day and then I allowed myself to spend the evening with my family. Now I'm paying for it. I am tired. Bone weary. This level of weariness seems to be an almost constant companion lately, and increasingly I find myself asking, "What the hell am I doing?" I started college late in life, took 6 1/2 years to get my bachelors (single mom, work, school, etc.), and this is my second masters. I have been in school for the bulk of the last 12 years, and even though I feel like I have finally found my niche in technical communication, I still have my doubts at times. I am still not completely sure of what I want to be when I grow up. At times, I'm not even sure I want to complete this program. Right now a nice 9-5 office job sounds really good. Go to work and when you come home, you are really off work. I never feel like I'm off work. Even in the middle of the night sometimes. The to do list is always spinning in my brain. Between class work, grading, and family, I feel spread so thin you could slide me under the door. And next semester will be even more challenging since I will be teaching two sections on top of everything else. I am honestly worried about how I can possibly handle it all, and when I am this tired, I am not even sure I want to try.
So, what do I do? Do I quit, get a "normal" job, and let all of the work I've done so far go to waste? Do I abandon a love of teaching just when I am finally going to get to be in an official classroom? Do I let the fear, anxiety, and weariness become my reality? Do I admit defeat, acknowledge my limitations, and slip out the back door to parts unknown?
I don't think so.
Because the doubts and fears and anxiety and weariness are not my reality. They are temporary, albeit persistent, demons that I must do battle with, but they are not my reality. My true reality is the stimulation of good classroom discussion, interesting information, and the fun of learning something new every day. It is getting to know new and interesting people with whom I may have nothing else in common except that we're all in this boat together, yet it is enough for camaraderie and even friendship to develop. My true reality is knowing that all of this effort is leading me towards something, even if I'm not completely sure what that something is. My true reality is that when all is said and done, there is nothing else I'd rather be doing right now.
So, I'll keep plugging along, doing the best I know how, and hoping (praying?!) that is is good enough. Put one foot in front of the other, check the next thing off the list (like a midnight blog) and move on. In the meantime I get to hang out with some really smart and interesting people (like you!) and learn things and do things I would otherwise not get to do. And who knows, maybe somewhere along the way I'll figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
*Postscript: With the dawn of a new day, and a good night's sleep, school and life don't seem nearly as bleak as depicted here. I somewhat regret the baring of my soul when I was so depleted. I don't want to be perceived as a whiner, but it was honest so I'm not changing it. And, after all, post publication regret is also an inherent aspect of the blog, isn't it?
Friday, November 5, 2010
The Risk of Writing
Writing publicly and for an actual audience introduces a risk factor that is not there when writing privately or for someone you know very well. The potential audience is always a factor as you decide what words to put on that paper. And the risk factor is also very real. The risk of judgment, criticism, or just being misunderstood. So, as our students begin to put themselves at risk by making their thoughts public through their writing, our comments can have a significant impact on how they feel about that experience. We try to give them enough critique to help them be better writers without discouraging them by nitpicking every little thing. Yet, as others have expressed, sometimes it is hard to know where to draw that line. Perhaps, one of the benefits of the RaiderWriter system is that the students get reviewed by at least two graders on their first major writing project. Since each of us comes to grading with a bit of a different perspective, the students are more likely to get a well rounded grading experience. Of course, this can work against the students if between the two graders their writing is just ripped apart. But that's not what I saw as I was doing second and third reads of the drafts. I saw (most) graders making a sincere effort to provide constructive criticism without taking it too far, and then the second grader usually backed up what the first grader said while making a few points of their own.
By ourselves we may experience concern over whether or not we are doing enough or even going too far with our comments. But, with the variety of feedback the students receive during the course of the semester, maybe we balance each other out. Individually we may feel that we flounder a bit, but perhaps as a whole we do a good job that ultimately benefits the students and, in the process, we become better commenters.
By ourselves we may experience concern over whether or not we are doing enough or even going too far with our comments. But, with the variety of feedback the students receive during the course of the semester, maybe we balance each other out. Individually we may feel that we flounder a bit, but perhaps as a whole we do a good job that ultimately benefits the students and, in the process, we become better commenters.
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