I’m exahusted. My eyelids are the worst – they’re burning with fatigue. It’s the first school day after spring break, we had a rocking day in Writer’s Notebook – expressly organic with talk, total engagement, list-making and collecting to kick off our poetry unit — I gave everything, lived the wonderment of literacy as a model for the kids, which is EXTREMELY exhausting.
When you live in The Moment with the kids, everything and anything gets pulled into the lesson. And, we’re talking poetry. Every idea has potential.
For me, every period builds upon the other and I spend time speaking about the strategies and ideas of our friends in other periods. Kids talk in the backchannels of the hallways and work to be the day’s King of Ideas, so that Mrs. Estrada can use their brilliance for the next period. What’s exhausting about this is that tomorrow I will have to relive some moments of the later periods. I like it when all my periods speak to each other. I envision every student who walks through our door as an important contributor to our Writing Community.
Anyway, I’m tired. 3 hours sleep, I think I said. Or something. Who’s counting?
Why am I bringing this up?
Because I know I wont’ make it to midnight, as is my usual habit.
I know I already wrote about waking up in the morning, but that’s not the Slice of Life I want for the day. I’ve already decided I want to move beyond the 1-post a day. Because I’m a glutton for pain. Didn’t I tell you? So, yes, I’m beginning to write, like, this moment. Only, the story doesn’t begin here.
One thing I know about my writing and the writing of others is that sometimes stuff really doesn’t start until you’re about half-way down the page. So, to ameliorate this problem, I’ve decided to dump whatever it is on my mind so that I can get started on my little Slice of Life that has been simmering in the back of my mind for about a total day now. I knew I would write about this after I wrote Barn Coat. I just didn’t have the time.
I’ve read a few more posts by some lovely SOL friends throughout the day, and the simmering’s kept up. And now, I realize 1/2 the house is about to show up in about 15 minutes. And I’m about to boil over.
I’m under the gun and I have minutes — MINUTES! To get this thing written.
But — dump is out of the way, so here we go..