I’m sitting in my classroom, surrounded by writers. These young people are working silently, with varying degrees of seriousness, on their own word art. Most are writing short stories (some fantasy, some historical fiction, some fan fic), but one or two experiments with poetry. I love this first period of the day. I don’t have to plan much. They just want to write. And what’s even better is that I don’t have to grade any of it. This Success class carries no grade, so I can just enjoy the students. I can enjoy the silence. I can write, too, sometimes.
My students are almost always on task. Only occasionally do I have to redirect them, or tell them I want more writing and less talking. They confer quietly with friends, whispering questions and advice. Really, I don’t have to do much of anything. I like this a lot. I wish this could work in a regular class. (Nancie Atwell insists it does, but I’m skeptical.)
I get time to write, too.
But what do I want to say?