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By
Brigit Aine
Thanks
for letting me take over today. I am
excited about being here. This makes for
a nice break from teaching, writing and ummm…well teaching and writing, oh…and
teaching writing. I teach high school
English and we are getting ready to dive into “Of Mice and Men”. This meant that students needed a good sense
of who they are what they value. Which
for the past few days I have had to teach how to look within themselves and how
to express what it is that is important to them as people, this always amazes
me.
As
a freshman English teacher I am always floored by how little writing experience
the students have. Both formal and
creative.It was so hard to get them even give a descriptive autobiographical
incident. Most of them didn’t even
understand what I was asking for. We
spent a lot of time talking about what was important to them. It took forever to get beyond video games,
phones and boyfriends.
It
made me sad to think that the creativity had been driven out of them. Even more astonishing perhaps was their use
(or lack) of grammar and spelling. I got
text speak. I was appalled that they
would even think this was okay to turn in.
Even stepping back for a moment and thinking about what I know of
teenagers (having 2 of my own) I couldn’t believe that they would feel it was
okay to turn in a written paper to a teacher in text speak. This means that in my teaching of how to
write an in-class essay I have had to include the lack of text speak. This actually concerned some of them because
they don’t know how to spell out of text speak.
Explaining
to students that “laugh out loud”, unless they were using it to describe how
someone was doing the laughing, or that one character made another character
“laugh out loud”, was unacceptable proved to be time-consuming and
frustrating. I am just back in the
classroom after being an administrator for 5 ½ years, so this was a new road.
Excerpt, Red's Return:
Red took another step back.
“Well I was on my way to my grandmother's house, so I think I had better get there. It was nice to meet you Ethan Wolfe.” Red took off at a brisk pace for her grandma's house.
Ethan watched Red Hood walk away from him, the wicked smile unwaning. Grandma always told her that the big, bad wolf would want to keep her, did she? Well Grandma did not know how right she was. Ethan was definitely going to keep her for himself and he was the biggest, baddest wolf around. Ethan licked his lips as he watched the gentle sway of Red’s hips as she walked away. He and his wolf had both smelled the scent of an orgasm on her hand. The thought of her pleasuring herself hardened his cock until it pressed against the seam of his zipper. He felt his palms sweat at the thought and a rush of heat throughout his body. He found her absolutely delightful—from the melody of her laugh, to the gravel in her voice, to the tiniest glint of passion and fear he had seen in her beautiful blue eyes.
Excerpt, Red's Return:
“Nice
to meet you Red Hood, I am Ethan Wolfe.” Red started to laugh so hard, she
almost toppled again. If Ethan had not been holding her hand and caught her
under the elbow she would have. The tingling sensations in her fingertips from
his touch had her sobering fast. She hadn't felt an instant attraction to a man
in a long time. Ethan looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"I am sorry, but the story of Little Red Riding Hood
just popped into my head there. Red and the Wolfe?” She smiled. “My grandmother
always told me the big, bad wolf was going to find me on the path and want to
keep me for himself someday.”
Ethan smiled at her, a wide, hungry smile.Red took another step back.
“Well I was on my way to my grandmother's house, so I think I had better get there. It was nice to meet you Ethan Wolfe.” Red took off at a brisk pace for her grandma's house.
Ethan watched Red Hood walk away from him, the wicked smile unwaning. Grandma always told her that the big, bad wolf would want to keep her, did she? Well Grandma did not know how right she was. Ethan was definitely going to keep her for himself and he was the biggest, baddest wolf around. Ethan licked his lips as he watched the gentle sway of Red’s hips as she walked away. He and his wolf had both smelled the scent of an orgasm on her hand. The thought of her pleasuring herself hardened his cock until it pressed against the seam of his zipper. He felt his palms sweat at the thought and a rush of heat throughout his body. He found her absolutely delightful—from the melody of her laugh, to the gravel in her voice, to the tiniest glint of passion and fear he had seen in her beautiful blue eyes.
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