Archive for September, 2008

Writing Process

I remember the first essay I wrote in the Master’s program as a process where I confronted several hurdles. Before entering the MAEE program here at Colegio, I had been out of the Department of English for more than a year. I had been taking Teacher Preparation classes, and my last year as an undergrad was spent taking classes in which the writing tasks were menial, almost. It was simply a matter of collecting materials already written, and elaborating objectives using Bloom’s taxonomy. So once I got here, back into my beloved Department of English, I had to really struggle to come up with a paper that didn’t begin with “Given enough practice on the given subject, Wilmarie will be able to . . .” There was research, there were active book discussions, enough work that I actually thought I wouldn’t be able to cope with the mixed efforts of both managing the groups I was teaching as a TA, and the three classes I was taking at the same time. I had to reinvent myself as a writer, and I realized that most of my writing skills hadn’t left me, but had been overshadowed, or oversimplified, as it were, mixed into what I did with my students, and the problem here was that my students were tenth graders.

I know my case isn’t the norm, that many other people are teaching basic school, and still manage to write scholarly papers. I don’t know what happened to me! But eventually, I woke up from this lethargic state and managed to come out on top by employing some strategies I never used before. As mentioned in class often, most of the time we don’t practice what we preach. We don’t highlight the thesis statement in out papers. We don’t free-write, pre-write, sketch a Venn diagram, or do any of the other silly processes we so eagerly teach our students every semester.

We don’t write the perfect five-paragraph essay.

But that is what I did, how I began regrouping my thoughts and ideas in order to come up with a cohesive paper. So yeah, I suppose I agree with the idea that writing is indeed a process, even if we don’t necessarily follow the guidelines and plans offered in our own teaching courses. We might not use outlines or graphic organizers, but very rarely is the first draft we write the final one we hand in. We cut stuff out, shuttle more stuff in, we add quotes, we subtract ideas that don’t fit in with the new directions our thoughts have taken. And that, in and of itself, is a process.

I want my computer back!

Hello! Sorry for the tantrummy title.

It’s just that my computer has been broken and at the repair shop for two weeks now, and I’ve yet to receive an actual date of delivery of the fixed machine (although the technician called quite quickly with the price tag for the repairs – $250!!!  &%*#^$@!).

It seems I have become dependent on the stupid machine (I’m sorry, honey!) in order to carry out a normal, well-adjusted life. Which shows that I definitely do not lead a normal, well-adjusted life.

Oh, well. Go figure. Add to the lack of computing resources, an impromptu trip to Jayuya, and the nasty weather, and you got yourself a decidedly not-so-happy camper. Let me tell you about Jayuya. For those of you that haven’t never ventured too far, or have a general idea of the Island’s geography, Jayuya is right near the tear in the space-time continuum that, if properly harnessed, can lead to either earth’s destruction, or the salvation of mankind.

Nah, it’s just far from everything. I mean, everything. I like it, kind of, as a type of spiritual and mental colonic. No cell phone signal, no mega malls, just trees. And some more trees. Oh, and some chickens.

It was there, when seeing my paternal grandmother again after several weeks, that I realized something meaningful about literacy. I’ve always credited my going into college, graduating with my Bachelor’s and now pursuing my Master’s on my parents and their “Go get ‘em, tiger!” attitudes, but it was now that I saw a wider scope of things, a more detailed, global way of understanding everybody’s motivations, both my own and my parents’.

it was just an offhand comment, part of the endless gossiping that takes place at any average family reunion, part of our oral tradition of just passing stories around, ignoring the subtle changes that take place at every telling. My grandmother mentioned how she’d dropped out of middle school, to help raise her younger siblings.

Now, part of what I said earlier was true, that my parents were a great influence on my college career, but what influenced them?

Now I know.

Both my parents are the first in their family generation to go to college and graduate. My father left everything and everyone he knew behind and entered first CROEM, and then Colegio. And my mother likewise entered Colegio with all of one suitcase full of clothes and $40.

And then I come whining because of my computer.

I suck.

More on this later, I promise! I have to let go of this borrowed computer I’m using at a friend’s house!

Wilmarie out!