November 5, 2011
Saturday morning...big sigh...
Been busting ass at school. I LOVE what I am doing. I still feel a bit overwhelmed sometimes, but I keep plugging on. We're in the home stretch anyway. The 101's are doing a research project on their favorite movie or band. They have to do a bio, an annotated bibliography, rhetorical prospectus, and some fun other things...no seriously, fun. And since I let them choose something they're interested in they seem a lot more happy. I've broken down those really difficult, English-y type things and showed them how to do it. Instead of making essay writing this mysterious, esoteric, enigmatic sort of thing, I give it to 'em like "Here's what you need to do, and here's HOW to do it."
The 102's are doing a poetry project. Siri, I think of you everyday when we're talking poems. I gave them a list of twelve different small assignments. They must choose five to complete and package portfolio style. The textbook that we are using has a plethora of poetry in it, but I don't much like the approach, so I came up with my own. Yes, we'll still discuss things line line and meter, form, voice and other literary devices/stylistic choices. But, I've decided to take a holistic approach and dump them in the great big poem where we use what we already know about the writing process and literature to find our way out.
Yes, poetry...in unexpected places: boy-1. noise covered with dirt. Visual poetry and word portraits...acrostics and found poems...odes, ballads, villanelle, couplets, tercets, iambs and sonnet, sonnet--everything's better with bluebonnet on it...
Debbie is really excited about me visiting. Me too! Fifty-six days! Iowa...in the winter...post holiday...I ask myself if I've gone mad, but then don't give a bloody rip, 'cause I'm going to see my people, my city...dare I say my home :?
It surely never felt that way when I lived there. Des Moines is where I lived for a time-that it, until I left it. More than any other place I lived, it's where my roots(I)grew the strongest. I'm making good headway here, but Iowa feels like home. Weird, huh?
Brian is at Swamp Fest today, and I will be taking advantage of him being gone to get this place cleaned up. Gawd, love the man, but I get very little cleaning done when he's here.
I've got a student art show to attend later, and Brian has a gig as well, so my friends...off to red up.