Slice Of Life Story Challenge March 3 -Writing In The Days That Used To Be
A
student asked me an interesting question today during a share time ‘What was writing like, when you
were in Grade 5?’
Well,
it was like this…
Writing Time With Miss Dungeon
In
Grade 5
Would
ask us to write
She
called it-
Composition
She
gave each of us a book
A
book she called
A
composition book
Every
Thursday
Straight
after lunch
Was
composition time
We
all knew this because Miss Dungeon
Would
stand in front of the class
And
using her very loud voice
That
made the windows rattle
Announce
OPEN
YOUR COMPOSITION BOOKS
With
pencils poised
We
would sit silently
Waiting
Waiting
Anticipating
Until
Miss Dungeon
Standing
at the front of the room
Giant
like on a raised platform
Looked
over her spectacles and announced the weekly writing topic-
Autobiography of an Ant
START
WRITING NOW
No
smile
No
Frown
START
WRITING NOW…
A
few kids began writing
Some
stared out the window
Some
froze at their desks
And
the rest of us stared at the blank white page of our composition book
No
one looked at Miss Dungeon
No
one dared to look at Miss Dungeon
YOU’VE
GOT TWENTY MINUTES
START
WRITING
The
room fell silent
Pencils
scratched wobbly words
Blank
pages slowly filled with ant words
Miss
Dungeon prowled the room
Gliding
along the aisles between our desks like a shark
A
grey nurse shark
Suddenly
the silence was shattered
ADD
MORE DETAIL
ADD
MORE DETAIL
Miss
Dungeon demanded
Jabbing
her finger
Spearing
the page
Sharing
her rage with a bewildered writer
After
twenty minutes Miss Dungeon bellowed
STOP
WRITING
CLOSE
YOUR BOOKS
PASS
THEM TO THE FRONT
We
put our pencils down
We
sigh with relief
We
stop thinking about ants
She
would return our ant stories
Covered
in red ink
And
a mark out of ten
And
we would await the next topic
When
next Thursday
We'd do it all again
Composition
A
new topic
Thrown
our way by Miss Dungeon
I think they were quite surprised
* Miss Dungeon is a pseudonym for my Grade 5 teacher. Her real name was close to this.
What a vivid portrayal! I love how you took a student's comment, reflected on it and created this slice. I almost jumped in my seat when those uppercase letters screamed "ADD MORE DETAIL! ADD MORE DETAIL!" and shattered the silence--Shattered was the perfect verb! Will you share this slice with your class? I imagine they would really appreciate it!
ReplyDeleteThank you Molly. I will add this poem to my poetry blog and allow students to read it there.
DeleteThe red ink was horrible and was used continuously by my teachers even throughout my college years. To this day, I never take a red pen to my students' work. Miss Dungeon could have her own TV show!
ReplyDeleteThe red ink was indeed horrible along with the mark out of ten in a circle. A TV show? It would give her former students the shudders.
DeleteOh my! Unfortunately, this kind of writing instruction is still alive in some classrooms, but to a lesser degree. It's amazing that so many of us survived our own Miss Dungeon and still went on to write. Great slice!
ReplyDeleteIt is testimony to the power of writing that so many of us withstood such teaching and have continued to write Jennifer. It is, as you say, an approach to writing' still alive in some classrooms' to this day. We shall persist!
DeleteA burst of memories just came to me reading this entry. I remember my teacher saying "Don't stop, write the same word over and over until you can think of the next thought." It was very strange. Thanks for the memory.
ReplyDeleteLeigh, it appears too many of us had these kind of experiences. We are clearly resilient!
DeleteWonderful slice! It's hard to believe most of us survived writing situations like you describe. But look, here you are, an accomplished and published author! I was waiting for the return of the composition books with the red ink and I could almost hear Miss Dungeon's voice screaming!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rose. We are writing survivors. Miss Dungeon was influential in the end, because I vowed to do things differently. A memorable character who highlighted how not to do things. I often wonder how many of my former classmates feel about writing as a result of these experiences...
DeleteAs I read this, your words brought me searching for your book, Igniting Writing, that I was so fortunate to win one year. This is the poetic form of Memories of the Red Pen chapter. I love reading that chapter to teachers and watch their expressions. Now I will print this out and we can study the same topic in two formats. I love the image of the teacher gliding like a shark. Oh the power of words! Thank you Alan!
ReplyDeleteAh Elsie, you have made the connection back to the original piece I wrote in the book. that gives me a smile. I had always pondered the idea of reproducing it as a poem- and now I have. I hope having it in two formats serves you well. Many thanks for always valued comments.
DeleteOh gosh- this brings back terrible memories! Thank goodness we know better now.
ReplyDeleteMost of us Lisa. There are still remnants of this approach to be found out there. Keep up the resistance.
DeleteYour poem is like a warning "Don't ever do this." It's great that you are a writer despite of this experience. We'll never know how many young writers were turned off from writing because of this teacher.
ReplyDeleteYou're right Terje, we'll never know the full extent of the damage these approaches had on the attitudes to writing of many students. I am indeed a survivor who became a thriver!
DeleteI love the poem. Our teachers must have gone to the same college prep school! It's a miracle I enjoy writing now!
ReplyDeleteWe both stand as miracles! Glad you enjoyed the poem.
DeleteQuestions beget stories and memories. Thanks for taking that student's bait, Alan, and sharing the resulting verse.
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