Dear Class:
You were beginners. A seasoned writer would sputter, "That's impossible!" if assigned in 16 weeks to produce and craft a package of 3 to 5 poems, a personal essay, and a short story. But you did it. Congratulations. I am proud of you.
Each so different, age 17 to 55, you got along beautifully because you were generous and vulnerable and imperfect -- and in order to get you that way I had to be that way first, and it was a BEAR, because those are traits I don't like to display; I never planned to become a teacher. . . I think I was sent into it so I would learn humility. Thanks for teaching me.
You wrote some freaking awesome things and you know it.
I hope there's at least one helpful thing about writing that you discovered in here that you will remember, whatever that might be.
Here's my card, and let me know how you fare and how your writing goes, and if you need a reference. I've been teaching this class for 12 years and apparently am not going anywhere, so if you need to look me up you know where I am.
Go get 'em,
Catherine
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That's so great. I feel that teaching, which I also came to accidentally, has taught me much about becoming a better person too.
ReplyDeleteWe're all proud of the great teacher and writer you are.