Saturday, November 8, 2008

Power of the written word

I love words. I love to read them, and I love to write them. In high school and college, I was a newspaper editor. In New York, I had done some freelance writing and was published. I had also attended a number of writing workshops, putting additional writing together for my portfolio. That writing portfolio was in my bookcase next to one of my favorite books: Eats, Shoots and Leaves. I also lost my journals. Even though I haven't always been overly diligent about journaling, I still had much there.

In addition to that writing, I was incredibly proud of my college papers. I received an A+ on a paper for a cultural and medical anthropology class. She was a difficult teacher, and I know there were not many As. I know we don't always like to admit to being prideful, but comments on my papers made me incredibly proud.

In the box I received yesterday were some early writings. I found a story written when I went to school in Boise in the 5th grade (the only year I went to school here). I currently teach in the classroom next to my 5th grade class (and my 5th grade teacher). It was submitted to a district contest, and there is a letter accompanying it from the district supervisor about my writing ability. There are also papers from pre-Kindergarten where I write about "scgatig wit mie fend." I guess I wasn't always a good writer.

Of the many hats I wear, writer is one that I am comfortable in (and have found my voice again in this tragedy). Losing a lot of my writing made me feel as though I had lost some of my identity. This stuff makes me feel as though I may be starting to get some of it back (and the blog helps as well).

1 comment:

  1. I am so glad you are writing again. I love your blog. You have such a talent in writing, thank you for sharing it with us!