Original Creative Writing, First Attempt

Throughout this quarter, students have been creating and sharing original creative work with their peers.  The topic and genre guidelines are open; students can write in any way, shape, or form they choose.  For some, the lack of structure is initially frustrating, but today, a student told the class that he went from being completely uninspired to full of ideas.  I believe this shift is largely due to students sharing their writing with each other, rather than simply sharing it with little old me, the dear old teacher. Often, there doesn't seem to be time or interest for reading original writing aloud in class, but I am beginning to think it is essential.  Students are motivated to impress their audience and share something unique and true to themselves.  Further, as listeners, students are eager to hear their classmates' creative voices.  Like children listening to our mother read us a story or fans pushing against the stage of a favorite band, we are carried along as the writer draws us in.  In most academic spaces, formal, argumentative essay writing is valued and practiced.  However, as another student commented today, "We are stretching new muscles."  It's true.  I am fascinated with this process, and I am looking forward to finding meaningful ways to integrate and share creative work.

Reading With A Social Justice Lens

As we engage in conversations about the power of language to oppress and empower, it seemed fitting to bring in Keno evol, a local spoken word artist, poet, activist, and social justice educator.  Keno is a Washburn alum and an extremely talented and passionate educator.  This is my third year collaborating Keno, and I've found that I've learned so much from his work and teaching practice.

For this workshop, Keno guided students to draw connections between Their Eyes Were Watching God and any current social justice issue.  It was not challenging for students to come up with a social justice issue- these last weeks have been flooded with tragedy- globally and locally.  Inspired by the advice that Janie, the novel's protagonist, receives from townsfolk, Keno prompted the students to write a piece of advice for some party involved in the social justice issue.  Here's what students came up with:

"No means no." And, "Yes means yes."

"Turning a blind eye to an issue makes you part of the problem."

"People aren't afraid of angry words; they are afraid of change."

To the protesters in North Minneapolis:
 "Be intentional, be smart, go to the source."

Many pieces of advice were concerned with developing awareness:
"Be educated about groups of people; don't stereotype."

"Don't paint a group of people with the same brush."

From these lines of advice, questions emerged.  How do we communicate with each other?  Which communities are we prioritizing?  Why?  How do we show solidarity?  How do we stay informed?  How do we develop insight around the context of news media?  What does news media leave out?  What does it include?  Why?  To whose benefit?

Applying a social justice lens to Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God leads students to conversations about the argument for safety in exchange for freedom.  Students also analyzed the impact of trauma, in this case, sexual violence, across three generations of African American women. What does this pattern convey about social relationships?  About resilience?  About power and privilege?  About survival?

At the time of publication, Hurston's novel was not considered a "political" or social justice text.  As I mentioned in an earlier post, she was criticized by other authors for what they believed was a lack of urgency about the injustices that African Americans faced.  Through Keno's workshop, students learned to read critically between the lines.  Slavery's scars are present in the novel, just not always overt.  Unlike Richard Wright's characters, Janie (and Janie's narrator) lead the reader along a path that is ultimately Janie's.  Her journey is not fully predetermined due to society (though it is surely influenced) because she never loses hope.  In this way, I see Their Eyes Were Watching God novel as political.  To be political doesn't mean a work has to be angry, it can be controversial in that it reveals a unique direction or future.  Keno told the class, "The poem at its best is a snapshot of a situation.  It doesn't need to have an answer."  I agree with him, and I think Hurston would too.

Ruminating on Hurston and Their Eyes Were Watching God

It's been quite some time since my last post.  It's now quarter 2, almost Thanksgiving, and we are cruising.  As my students continue to analyze the relationship between language, identity, and culture, we have shifted from Latino/Chicano/Caribbean writers to focusing on African American writers, primarily Zora Neale Hurston and Their Eyes Were Watching God.  This is probably the third time I've read the book cover to cover, but the first time I've actually gotten to teach it.  Three years ago, I planned a unit but passed it off to a long-term sub as I headed into maternity leave.

Their Eyes Were Watching God is not the easiest book to read.  The primary challenge is the dialogue, written in southern black dialect as heard in the 1930s.  The use of dialect was (is) a controversial choice as African American writers like Richard Wright critiqued Hurston for what he believed to be stereotypical representations of African American southerners.  He felt the last thing America needed was to read about uneducated, poorly spoken black folk.  Of course, there is another side to the story.  Hurston, a highly educated and established anthropologist, viewed the southern black dialect as rich and articulate, a deeply embedded component of the culture.  Rooted in an anthropological lens, Hurston didn't view language, or, for that matter, culture, as a hierarchy. 

By approaching There Eyes Were Watching God from this context, my hope is that students will have more patience as they work through the dialogue, sounding out the dialect (it is written phonetically) and beginning to notice patterns in the grammar and pronunciation.  I've found that after a few chapters, students begin to recognize words and the reading gets easier.  Then, we can really start to appreciate the poetry of Hurston's eloquent prose, ruminating on humanity, existence, time, and love.

Here are some of my favorites:
"There are years that ask questions and years that answer."

"She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop."

"She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up.  it was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making."

"Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone.  Dawn and doom was in the branches."

My students love these lines.  (I mean, how can you not?)  These lines linger on the mysteries of the universe while also acknowledging the individual's need for hope amid the endless search for answers. Class discussions pick up right where Hurston left off.  One student quoted her grandmother, "Love is never enough." Another said, "We are more than who we are with."  And another, "Never give up an opportunity to find love."

I, for one, am grateful that Alice Walker pulled Hurston out of obscurity. Hurston's worldview remains unique- from Eatonville Florida to Barnard College to the streets of Harlem to the voodoo culture of Jamaica and Haiti.  Her writing is a reflection of her passion for deeply rooted cultural communities and the personal journey of the individual.  Further, I am grateful that perhaps a young girl saw (sees) herself in Janie, and perhaps, because she read books, she knew "she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop."

New literary crush...

Junot Diaz On Why It's So Important to Read Authors Who Don't Look Like You

Writing Prompt- How we spend our days...

"How we spend our days is how we spend our lives." -Annie Dillard

Yesterday's writing prompt reminded my students and me to be mindful of the choices we make and the passage of time.  In my own writing, I reflected on the practice of reading passages about spirituality and living in my daily life.  This practice is something that I should do more often because the passages help to recenter me, emphasizing fleeting nature of time.

Many of my students wrote about how they like to be busy because they like to be productive.  Others explained how high school forces them to live in a boring way.  Comments included:

"I think about this (Dillard's quote) all the time.  I think the time spent sleeping is a waste of time."

"My whole life is structured."

"I really dislike structured time.  If I do the same thing over and over, I get claustrophobic."

"I am horrible at time management.  I waste time by doing what is unnecessary."

"I like being structured so I can be productive, but I need a little time to myself everyday."

After listening to these refrains, I wondered- What do they consider as a waste of time?  Is being productive always the preferred use of time?

I wrote:
Sometimes  it is helpful for me to purposefully schedule unstructured time.  It's like, if it is on my calendar, I use my unstructured time in a fulfilling way.  Fulfillment does not necessarily need to productive, like getting a task done; rather, fulfillment can be achieved through the act of the task itself.  Whereas, I feel productive when I complete tasks that I don't necessarily enjoy doing.

This was an interesting prompt because I think high school is a unique time in a person's life.  When I look back at my planners and journals from high school, I notice how crammed my schedule was!  I had something after school every day, events on the weekends, and tons of homework!  I honestly don't know how high schoolers do it.  That is not my life anymore.  I think after high school, time starts to spread out as individuals have more freedom to create their own schedules.

In high school, I wrote this in my journal: "My mom told me today that time moves really fast through high school and college.  And that things keep moving really fast until after you find the person you want to spend your life with and have children.  Then it slows down."

For the most part, I think she is right.

Just Another Monday

Today's writing prompt was "describe a time when you felt stranded, physically and/or emotionally."  As I wrote alongside my students, I realized how many times I felt stranded, most of which were an outcome of an intentional choice I made.  Travelling in a train from Zambia through Zimbabwe, I remember calming myself, "this is only one night of your life," as I attempted to sleep in my bunk, my face pressed up against a glaring overhead light that wouldn't turn off.  A train worker knocked on my door, warning me not to answer if someone else knocks on my door.  Warning me to tie the door handle to the bunk with my shoe laces in case anyone tries to break in.  I felt stranded.  I did not have a cell phone.  No one back in the states had a concrete idea of where I was. 

I also felt stranded when I got lost running the mountain roads of Vermont.  I don't know how far I went but I knew that I had been gone for at least two hours.  I had no idea where the next turn would take me.  I had no water, no cell phone, no food.  Sounds pretty dumb right?  I waited until I saw a car that looked nice with a lady driver.  She was a runner too.  She drove me back to town.

I don't wish being stranded on any of my students, but I must admit, I have learned so much about my inner strength from these experiences. 

Landlines

Quote of the day: "You look exactly like my stepmom."

Wow. 

So, students are growing noticably more comfortable, and I, generally speaking, am glad for that.  Today's writing prompt asked students to reflect on a luxury that they would never want to give up.  I wrote about coffee, revealing that my two and half year old regularly requests to go to the coffee shop around the corner because he knows how obsessessed I am.  Most students chose to write about their phones.  I remarked on my longing for a return to landline culture.  How just last night I was (re)watching the season one pilot of Sex And The City and I drooled when Carrie answered her corded home phone with "Hello!  This is Carrie."  And Charlotte replied, "Hi Carrie!  It's Charlotte!"  I mean, really, that never happens anymore!

As you can see, a simple writing prompt can quickly transform the room.  This early in the year, it is a pleasure to get students talking, sharing obsessions and recommendations.  Later, the real task becomes getting students to shift gears and focus on the day's activities and learning targets.  But, for now, I view the random conversations and anecdotes as essential ingredients for building a caring and enthusiastic class community.