First, I hope you didn't waste any of your time today. I hope you gave and received honest, useful feedback. Some of you need to hear that this piece you are working on, as it is, has no point and is boring and full of cliches. It hurts to hear this. It's not fun to admit that the work we have done doesn't... work, and probably just needs to be abandoned. It's not fun to admit that we have made a mistake.
It's great and terrible thing, this
writing business. Perhaps you now better understand what Orwell meant when he likened writing to a long bout of some painful illness. It's a
horrible, exhausting struggle indeed.
But why? Why is it so trying?
Or maybe more important, why do we do it then?
Orwell explains (remember, the four motives?) this, too. But even more than our motives for writing or the circumstances under which we are to write (in your case, because I'm making you), there is this thing about writing which is inherently self-aggrandizing and ego-centric (
I have something to say and it matters enough to write it down and force people to read it! Ha! I am amazing!) and also self-deprecating and other-focused (
Ugh, I can't believe I actually wrote this. It's garbage. People are going to judge me. I will bore them. What do I have to offer that is any different than what has already been offered?). We write for an audience. Sometimes that audience is ourselves (with, say, a private journal or diary, I suppose) but generally that audience exists outside of us--it should. Never lose sight of your audience.
Writing goes something like this: You have something to say. You figure out the best possible way to communicate what it is that you have to say so that someone else can read it and understand exactly what you mean in exactly the way you meant it. Or at least a close approximation of what you meant and how you meant it. All writing comes down to form, audience, and purpose. The first thing I taught you is, essentially, the only thing you need to know about writing and must always remember.
It's just that... it's hard. You're obsessed with your own aversion to failure, but (eh-hem, Orwell) all writing is a failure because it's at best a secondary representation of an idea. Turns out no writing can perfectly convey our ideas; we can only get close. But we must strive to get as close as we can. This is precisely why cliche kills writing, why empty, trite, boring phrases which reflect empty, trite, boring ideas are so poisonous to good writing. Not only does that kind of writing suck, the ideas behind that kind of writing suck, too, and are not even kind of close to that initial idea you had--that thing you have to say.
Now, having something to say--having a purpose--is not the same as having a thesis in the five-paragraph-way or the inquiry-based, researchy, MoPro way. There are different occasions for writing--for rhetoric--for arguments. There are different forms and modes. You know this. You have learned this. Yet, you are acting as if you have never been exposed to this idea before when, in fact you have: since you started that summer prep work for this class. Not every essay is a thesis-driven essay. This is not the same as having a focus or purpose. Every essay must have a focus or purpose. You have to say something. But if you write an essay that has a neat little thesis package at the end of the first paragraph, I will feed it to my dog.
You have to write an essay that matters in some way, that is interesting, that reveals something. If there is nothing at stake, if there is nothing in conflict, if there is nothing that gets your gut even a little bit as you're writing. Write. Something. Else. Consider the essays we've read together. Remember when we talked about which ones we enjoyed reading? Which ones we wished to model our own writing after? THIS IS THE TIME TO MODEL IT. If you cannot pinpoint at least one essay that serves as an inspiration or mentor essay for yours, that's a problem.
I would caution you against, but will not outright forbid, the following: writing something satiric, writing a proposal, writing a topical "about" essay for, these contain dangerous sinkholes.
- Satire is fun. Being all outlandish and snarky and taboo feels daring and satisfying (I should know, that's usually my m.o.) but it's difficult to do well. I fail at it most of the time and I've had many years of practice. You will think you are being clever and wry and all that good stuff, but usually, it just won't quite work, and for this essay, it's just not the best idea. We will be working with humor and satire in these next couple of weeks; save some of your snark and hyperbole for that.
- Proposals are nice and formulaic, but require a great deal of justification and research and are often satire (see previous caution) or devoid of personal connection and voice, which are primary components I'm demanding to see for this essay. This does not mean that a proposal couldn't involve interesting discussion of something that really matters--and matters to you, or couldn't beautifully demonstrate your voice, it's just that they often don't because they're inherently more direct and down-to-business.
- Similarly, those "about" essays I mentioned can end up lacking personal connection, lively discussion and exploration, or the substantial research that they require. This is not the time to write a persuasive, research-based essay about some hot-button issue unless you can successfully and maturely couch it in something else. Fascinated with insect reproduction? Awesome. But beware of listing facts and sounding like a textbook. You aren't writing a report; you are writing an essay. An attempt at exploring a particular subject. An attempt and deriving some conclusions about something and making some kind of connection to something that matters somehow.
It's not that you can't or couldn't write about the social hierarchy of the American red squirrel and apply this to some observation you've made about humanity--perhaps about your family, or your peer group,you can. It's just that you
must make that additional connection. Further, you
must explore the implications of this connection: what it says about us, what it means. This is true of any topic. You might want to write about hipsterism. Fine, cool, go for it. But say something new about it. Make a claim with it.
Writing about your mom/dad/sister/grandma/buddy/dog/third-nephew-once-removed? Why should anyone else care to read it? What are you revealing about this person (or about yourself, or about family, or about the nature of friendship--in which case your essay would actually be more an exploration of friendship than about that person)? What does your essay suggest or imply about the relationships we have? About our priorities? About our traditions, tendencies, etc.?
See? You can write about anything! You just have to write with intention and do something with your topic that matters. And, you know, dazzle me with your writing skills.
So I kid around and exaggerate and intentionally say things to cause you stress and shock and joy and dismay because that's how we learn: when we're shaken out of our complacency, but in all seriousness we've been together for umpteen weeks and we've done so much and you've grown so much that I don't want to see you sell yourself short by opting for an essay that--on it's surface--appears to be the easier option. That essay is, I assure you, a trap. I want you to write something that you will be proud of. Something that you can confidently say demonstrates your writing skills, your ideas, your voice.
End lecture.
TO DO LIST
Update: evidently nothing works. Moodle is dead to me and my own site is giving me trouble, so... I resurrected an old Google website. It's pretty much empty except for the four things I want you to read. Maybe I'll add more later. Find them on the "library" page. Here's a link:
Ugh.
This weekend, as you're working on your essay, read the following pieces
via mrscardona.com: "Doubt is Torture" from Writing Down the Bones, "On Writing Well" by William Zinsser, "Heavy Sentences" by Joseph Epstein and "How Long," a memo that should seem familiar to you because parts of it are in the syllabus. Originally written by Wayzata's own, Dave Motes. There are other suggested readings, but definitely read these four.
Write a blog post in which you rant about one or several things that irritate you. Pet peeves, etc. See if you can figure out what is it about this thing that sticks in your craw. Why does it bother you really? Due Sunday 10pm as per usual.
Maybe visit the blog you're following/studying. Clock some reading/analysis time. We'll talk about next steps soon.
Collect some words for your term 2 vocab assignment. Don't know what I'm talking about? See previous post mentioning it.
Note: Your revision essay is due Monday 1/14. This means you might get it back before the end of the semester or you might not, in which case it's a good thing you'll still be a student at this school and could conceivable pick your essay up after our class has parted ways. It also means there will be no post-grade revision option. All things come to an end.
Happy weekend.
Oh, here's some more:
[what follows is essentially plagiarized from Prokott's blog, but we're kind of the same person, so it's fine.]
That Inevitable Part of the Semester When You Hate Me Even Though I Am Trying to Help You: ON THE DISCONNECT
Every year as a teacher, I struggle
to help students build and maintain the bridge between reading and
writing. As a whole, our class is a pretty great bunch of readers and
observers. But we haven't yet mastered the skill of understanding that
we're reading as writers: that the reason we read the essays we
do is so we can use them as inspiration for our own work. That is, when
we made that giant map of Bernard Cooper's essay on the board and
labeled all the paragraphs and where the images occurred and were
reinforced--that's what we do with our own essays, once we
reach that stage of the writing process. Crazy. But that's what we do;
that's what writers do. If you came to class this week thinking your
essay was done, thinking that you could just tune up a few things: you
were wrong. I'm sorry. I write this not because of the
conferences I had yesterday, but because of what I've seen from writers
in the past, in my own classes and the classes of the other AP Language
teachers. You. Are. Not. Done. Probably not even close. You. Might.
Have. To. Start. Over. Who cares? Just keep going and don't worry about
it. Open a blank page and journal. Learn how to ask yourself the right
questions and then how to answer them.
Anyway. One thing that is critically important to good writing is creativity. How to be
creative and think outside the box and find the connection between what
we read and what we write is what we have to figure out. That's hard. But the first step in generating your own material is, ironically, to COPY. Don't steal, but
start by copying. You can't exist in the vacuum of your own work
because we read those essays so long ago. I know writing seems
like a lonely thing--but it really only is if you're Emily Dickinson and
refuse to come out of your upstairs apartment because the dude you love
is totes married--so, understand that you are not eerily peering from
behind your black velvet curtains unto the rainy, slick streets below,
but are actually part of a community of writers. These are your peers,
but they are mostly the ghosts of essays-we've-read-past. Orwell sits on
my shoulder, and he should sit on yours; there should be a little
Bernard Cooper in your ear and a David Sedaris looking back at you in
the mirror and a Nancy Mairs whispering what's at stake is this really a language esasy? from
your plate while you're eating your grilled cheese sandwich. These
writers should be like the "face of Jesus" that self-important zealots
think appear to only them.
You are supposed to copy them. You are supposed to have all those handouts and worksheets and hints and tips I've given you all year
in front of you. You should borrow sentence structure every now and
then from each of them. If your essay covers a similar issue--say,
identity--you should be going back to those essays and examining how
that particular author organized. Did he use space breaks? How did the
essay open? How could I borrow that format but then change it to work
for me? This is how genius is born.
Some people say you can't teach creativity, but that's not a very creative approach. I am telling you right now how to be creative; there is no magic creative button. There is only channeling what works, what you love, and then thinking I love this so much I must somehow make it mine. (Not in a Fatal Attraction way, though. Yikes.)
When I write, I pull my
favorite books from the shelf and spread them out like a buffet of
Christmas cookies in front of me.
And I take little samples of each: delectable phrases, strong stanzas, powerful sentences, images that sucker-punch me in the stomach or make my skin crawl or make my heart race or make me sigh but in a good way. Those samples give me ideas. They become part of my own work the way that we carry around with us all of our past experiences and those color who we are and what we do.
The point: STEAL. MODIFY.
I've been writing for a really long
time, and I've gone to school for writing for a really long time. All my
closest friends are writers, and I write for fun and I read books for
fun and every day I think about what could be an essay and why
everything in my life might be something at stake that I can
metaphorically examine later.
And I still struggle with writing.
This is the part of the term where you guys just trust me. Even if I
tell you it's not working; even if your workshop group really liked it. Trust
me.
This is not the time of the
semester where you forget everything you've learned about form,
audience, purpose, where you forget that you've been exposed to a
plethora of accomplished essayists, where you forget what the whole dang
purpose of this class is. It's January. It's cold. It's almost time to
be done. But you have to get over it. If anything, embrace this darkness
and turn it into your essay. I write my best when I'm really crabby.
When the world is so gray and the cold numbs my bones and my hands turn
red with freeze rash.
Writing is hard. I don't believe there was ever a day this term where I said: dude, get over it, writing is no big deal. So easy. Nope,
never said that. In fact, on the first day of this class, I explained that you would fail
in this class a million times and that failure was part of your
success. When you hear this you thought yeah, that's for everyone EXCEPT for me. And now you're realizing it is for you. And you. And you.
Yeah, but that doesn't make writing any easier: writing is hard.
