|I survived Survival School.|
|The large windows allow plenty of light in.|
I loved visiting with these kids. But I will be honest. They challenge me and keep me humble. One young man questioned my intent when I asked them to create a “tent” with a recycled manuscript paper
and print their names on in large
letters. “Why don’t you just ask us for our names?”
Gee I thought I was doing just that. But I think the student wanted to just orally story tell even beginning with his name.
If they write out them out visibly for me, I have half a chance of pronouncing and/or remembering them. Plus as I schemed, they were flipping the paper and reading drafts of my work. I told him flat out I couldn’t remember names. He stared at me, emotionless, or did he think I was lame? With names at author visits I tend to be.
I handed out feathers as a simile/metaphor creating exercise. Students seemed to like letting them drift down not so much describing the colour and texture. Or thinking of any of the symbolism behind feathers.
I paired them off to create scripts. They weren’t keen to act them out. Shy or did they need more
Hopefully the kids learned at least one thing.coaxing?
Sometimes you do your best and then just walk away, pondering. Next visit for sure I’ll come up with
something that will magically turn them into writers.