I know . . . such a cheesy title. As I began thinking about this week’s essay, the word reflection showed up many times and in different functions. I was forced to reflect! But let’s back up to the first part of that last sentence, “. . . this week’s essay.” That’s the part I want to focus on because for the last year, except for two times (for which I excused myself) I have written and published an essay each week on my
As your friend of 45 (!) years, I want to share my writing teacher experience of late. Today I went a total 180 degrees, from a previously sullen, now scared, 8th grader who was caught plagiarizing his essay on Kevin Durant, to an 8th grade girl, more adult than most, who wrote about being homeless sometimes, and how each winter season brought her another new-to-her winter coat. Each coat had its own experiences and stories. You would really like her, Bethel is her name.
One more little heart, just like Miss Trudy's! Congrats. ❤️
Here’s another little heart ❤️ Congratulations on one year!
As your friend of 45 (!) years, I want to share my writing teacher experience of late. Today I went a total 180 degrees, from a previously sullen, now scared, 8th grader who was caught plagiarizing his essay on Kevin Durant, to an 8th grade girl, more adult than most, who wrote about being homeless sometimes, and how each winter season brought her another new-to-her winter coat. Each coat had its own experiences and stories. You would really like her, Bethel is her name.