I quick little ditty after today's advising activity, meant to inspire classmates to keep our campus looking respectable. The poster reads, "Pick up after yourselves, you little piggies!"
The classroom stands empty; Homeroom is done. The doughnuts are eaten; C Day has begun. The poster half-finished; Twelve little dears, have left behind remnants for next-hour peers. The message, my darlings, meant to inspire, meant to ignite a campus-wide fire... The lesson, apparent to all but my crew - Take pride in your campus! Oh...not us...you!
On January 15th, I blogged about a student assignment using Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay" and themes from The Outsiders as inspiration for original poems. Students were also to pair their poems with a visual element. Here is a sample of the art they created:
Two more octaves about revision stemming from something completely other...
Tempered ink of first draft written
Has us anything but smitten
Dictionary and thesaurus
Scheme to underwhelm ‘n’ bore us
Hand besieged by manic pen
Yet, Truth demands we start again
Only thoughtful alteration
Can improve nascent creation
Foregone made is this decision
That we take up said revision
Strive to make each poor word better
Pay attention to the letter
Of the law that writers follow -
Misery in which we wallow –
Even when we think we’re done
A writer’s job has just begun
I am trying to model a new assignment to use "Nothing Gold Can Stay" as the inspiration for an original poem. Students are to explore one of the themes we've discussed from The Outsiders with the poem's structure and rhyme scheme as their guide.
As it turns out, the assignment may end up being a lesson in revision. The first eight lines are the original "rough" draft. I abandoned it and came up with another eight lines that "sound" better to my ear. I'm looking forward to seeing how this lesson plays out over the next week.
Nothing Originally Written Can Stay
Full of naïve youth We quest for thorough truth But growing up so fast Aside the search is cast ‘Til lifetime thence we learn Truth we cannot spurn And in our waning age We earn Truth’s honest wage
Searching for direction Seeking the right connection To prove, somehow, our worth For time spent on this earth Our quest is incomplete Until the One we meet And even then won’t start ‘til we know and share our heart