A new round of workshops started yesterday. The kids came ready. I gave them each a notebook prior to winter break; Chineyere filled hers up in a month. Everyone else at least filled their pages half-way.

Noah presented me with a poem when he walked in, which he later read to the class:

Poem by Noah

Time like water rushes ever onward,
never stopping, always moving, rushing
onward
following the many paths of people,
irrigating the fields of history
onward shall time flow, forward past the
bond of the universe
onward time, onward!

Meanwhile, Alice ripped off two great quotes, both of which I wrote down and now can’t find them. Sorry Alice – I told her I’d add them to the Blog this morning. They’re around here somewhere, buried among the papers and thoughts.

This week’s assignment for the Monday class: write a short, personal essay that is “true to the truth of the story” without worrying about the “truth of the truth”; then write the same story as a haiku.