It’s been a long time since I’ve been as glad to be done with a day as I was to be done with today. Today was the last of three writing workshops I planned for my rising seniors to spend the day writing and editing their college application essays with staff members. It was also the highest attendance day. There were eleven students (out of 60! Summer attendance is despicable!) Writing is something that has always been natural to me - it’s been easy at times when other things were very, very hard. It’s something I’ve used to express myself when I struggled to do so in other ways, and it was a tool I gladly turned to during my college application process. I did not expect it would be so draining to work so hard to make my students enjoy something so important to me, that they so dread.
By the end of the day today, one student wrote an extended metaphor into his introduction. Another girl, who had approached the process with the most trepidation because English is her second language and she is not confident writing or speaking, had written over three pages about why her dedication to getting a college education makes her stand out as a Hmong woman. IT WAS AWESOME.
I wanted to demonstrate the harmony I felt on my bus ride home by showing off my expertly matched colors without exposing the secret of my enormous, unshrinkable calf muscles, but this was apparently an impossible task.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been as glad to be done with a day as I was to be done with today. Today was the last of three writing workshops I planned for my rising seniors to spend the day writing and editing their college application essays with staff members. It was also the highest attendance day. There were eleven students (out of 60! Summer attendance is despicable!) Writing is something that has always been natural to me - it’s been easy at times when other things were very, very hard. It’s something I’ve used to express myself when I struggled to do so in other ways, and it was a tool I gladly turned to during my college application process. I did not expect it would be so draining to work so hard to make my students enjoy something so important to me, that they so dread.

By the end of the day today, one student wrote an extended metaphor into his introduction. Another girl, who had approached the process with the most trepidation because English is her second language and she is not confident writing or speaking, had written over three pages about why her dedication to getting a college education makes her stand out as a Hmong woman. IT WAS AWESOME.

I wanted to demonstrate the harmony I felt on my bus ride home by showing off my expertly matched colors without exposing the secret of my enormous, unshrinkable calf muscles, but this was apparently an impossible task.

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