Classes began today, but with Easter coming up this weekend, we only have classes on Mon-Wed. So, I teach two classes today and one tomorrow, and then I have another brief holiday. I'm still undecided as to what I want to do for Easter, other than decorate confetti eggs, that is, but I'm sure something will come together. I asked my students what they do for Easter, and they gave the standard answer: we eat. I can do that.
I don't know if, in previous posts, I've adequately described my need to have poetry in my life, but here's a little tidbit to illustrate just how ridiculous I get from time to time: I've been scouring the internet for at least an hour looking for my favorite Sandra Cisneros poems, to no avail. And now I feel desperate and destitute without them. I miss her voice and her sass, her use of long titles and Spanish that I don't entirely understand. As much as it pains me to say it, sometimes Bukowski just doesn't cut it in the poetry category. I'll have to read come cummings and Millay to pacify this need today, though neither of them really compare to Cisneros's voice.
As a final note, I'm teaching Oral Communication this semester, and today I asked my students to answer a few questions. One student's responses touched home:
What are your weaknesses in English? What do you hope to improve?
I can't talk, I can't express the ideas. I always think that what I want to say is wrong.
What are your expectations for this class?
I want to lose the fear of speaking.
I certainly hope I can help. I'll write more later. Txau.
One last thing...
7 months ago
2 comments:
I wish something spoke to me the way poetry speaks to you.
Well, you have Heather.
and Heather is poetry.
So, I'd say you're doing pretty well.
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