The Slice of Life Story Challenge
A previous student I taught over six years ago visits year after year. I'm delighted every time she stops by because she is open, shares about her life -- the achievements, the struggles, high school life in general . . . sometimes more than I wanted to hear.
In January, she showed up at my door. We chatted about school. We chatted about sports. We chatted about the possibility of her observing and volunteering here next year. We chatted about Purdue, her dream school. We chatted about her new job serving elderly grandparents their dinner, even though they never seemed to be happy with anything she serves. We just chatted and chatted about anything and everything for over an hour.
On the way out, she mentioned that she loved writing because of me. Wow. Never saw that coming. Then she matter-of-factly stated that she isn't the writer she used to be and she has a huge research paper that she has to write this semester.
"Well, if you would like me to read your paper, let me know. You can email it to me and I'd be happy to review it for you. Just be sure not to wait until the day before it's due!" I said half-jokingly.
Fast forward two months . . . TWO days before the research paper is due.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Re: Research Paper
"So the research paper is due Friday and I'm almost done. I was wondering if you had any time during the day tomorrow that I could stop by and you could possibly read it. Thanks!"