Being
exposed to the writing workshop has provided much enlightenment on the writing
process and how writing can be developed as it gives students the guidance and
support needed to develop their writing skills. As I have little experience
with teaching English, it never occurred to me how difficult writing can be for
students. Selecting topics to write on can be very strenuous for students
especially if the topics to be written on is chosen by the teacher. During this
course, I was guided in composing a text using the writing workshop and I must
say it was very helpful. Writing with the writing workshop was less tedious as
the lecturer allowed us to note topics based on personal experience or interest
that we would like to write about. In the classroom, giving students the option
to choose what is of interest or topics based on their personal experience will
stir motivation and encourage students to write. Additionally, it gives
students a wide pool of options to pull from.
The
writing workshop can benefit students tremendously as it fosters
differentiation in the classroom and allows for flexibility. Every student is
unique with different levels of abilities. The writing workshop enables
students to work at their own pace, allows for peer discussion and sharing
which allows classmates to give their peers feedback on what they wrote.
Additionally, the writing workshop enables teachers to have conferencing time
with students. By doing this, time is scheduled to have one on one sessions
with students on the progress of the work and give effective feedback that will
help students to improve their writing skills.
My experience with the writing workshop has
revealed to me that writing takes time. As teachers, it is important that we
give the students time to write. Moreover, we must be adequately prepared when
implementing the writing workshop in our classroom. The writing process takes
time and cannot be achieved in one day. Necessary structures must be put in
place in order to achieve success and students’ opportunity to keep track of
their progress should be clearly seen by both teachers and students. For
instance, I was able to track my progress by placing all my writing pieces in a
folder that the teacher gave me at the beginning of the term. Whenever
something new was done in class that can be used to enhance my piece, I used
the opportunity to make adjustments, for example, exploding a moment. After this
strategy was done, I reviewed my writing piece and exploded a moment to make my
writing rich and come alive. This is one technique I can adapt to my classroom
when implementing the writing workshop. Moreover, it is important to give
students a rubric or checklist to review their work. This will enable them to
keep on track with what the teacher expects in their writing and also
ensuring they produce good quality pieces.
Most
of all, as teachers, we should always remember that writing is a process and not
a product. Perfection in writing will not be achieved in one day but it is a
skill that will be developed over time. Teachers should know their students and
observe their reaction as they can become easily irritated. This will let
the teacher know that students need some time off from writing and should be
directed at doing something else. The aim is to develop students’ writing
skills and not create an environment that would lead to frustration in
students.
Where writing hides
Finally passing my driving exam
I
tossed and turned in my bed. I stretched lazily for my phone and peeked at the
time. It was only four o’clock yet I felt as if I had been asleep for an
eternity. My eyes were still droopy and sleep was calling my name but I
couldn’t answer. It haunted me like a bad dream. My heart was hammering so
loudly against my chest that I was afraid my brother would hear it from across
the hall. Though the fan was spinning, sweat droplets still formed on my forehead
and I could also feel it running down my back. I got up and sat on the bed.
Then I began to pace my room, trying to find anything that would keep my mind
off this day.
Which way do I have to turn the
wheel? Should I take all the lock to the left or to the right? What would
happen if I rushed the sticks again? That was my third time trying. Should I
give up or should I try again next week instead?
These
thoughts ran uncontrollably through my mind as I tried to recall the steps I
learned during practice. I panicked, even more, when I realized that I couldn’t
remember what to do. What should I do?
Morning
was approaching. I could tell by the rays of sunlight peeking through my
windows. I put on my slipper and stepped outside. The air was still cool and fresh.
I looked towards the horizon and there was the sun, slowly rising. It was as
red as a ball of fire. I lifted my face towards it and I could feel the warm
sunshine falling upon my face. The peace and quiet of the morning were soon
interrupted when my neighbor’s dog saw me and started barking. Their barks
echoed through the village.
After I showered, I dressed quickly
and was about to leave the house when my phone beeped and a message came
through. It was my instructor. The message read “good morning everyone. Please
remember to walk with all your necessary documents. It is ok to be nervous but
I believe all of you can be successful today. Eat a healthy breakfast and walk
with a bottle of water. Today is going to be a long, hot day. Good luck.”
I
smiled after reading the message and grabbed my bag. I sauntered down the
street feeling even more confident than before. I stopped to smell the flowers
along the way. I said good morning to everyone that crossed my path that
morning. The sun burned my face and soon my mouth felt dry. I took a quick sip from my water bottle then
looked at the time. It was almost eight o’clock. I hastened my footsteps as I
didn’t want to be late.
The busy chattering of the persons
who were already there could be heard from across the street. Though it was
still a bit early, few persons had already braced the entrance of the door to
the registration room. The pale grey walls that lined the veranda was filled with
onlookers and other persons who were also there for the exam so I stood
steadily next to a concrete pillar. My feet trembled and I felt weak from the
long walk.
One
lady dressed in a knee-high blue and black dress talked endlessly. Her face
was as hard as steel and as sharp as a razor yet her smile was warm and soft. Her
hands flew in all directions as she relayed stories to her friends.
Another
young lady, dressed in short white pants ambled across the veranda towards a
group of girls sitting on the wall. She wreaked of cheap perfume and her make
up was so loud that she resembled one of the creatures from the movie, Avatar.
The thought of that made me laugh silently. I closed my eyes for a little while
as I tried to block off all the loud chattering that was happening nearby. I
needed to remain focused.
I
registered and waited patiently for my turn. The sun was really high now and I
squinted my eyes. Many people were failing while few were passing. Knots formed
in my stomach. Everyone applauded loudly whenever someone passed the exam.
However, the comments made by others when someone failed was impolite.
It
was my turn. I sat in the car and listened to the kind words of my instructor.
“good
luck girl,” two girls shouted. I smiled politely. I started the car and drove
slowly towards the sticks. And in the blink of an eye, it was over. Everyone was
yelling congratulations at me. I smiled and thanked them politely. What just
happened? My mind floated away and I felt as if I was sky walking. I needed to
get back to reality. I couldn’t stop smiling. I did it.
“we
will call you when your license is ready,” the officer said.
“Thank
you,” I replied.
I
hugged and thanked my instructor and left for home. I grinned sheepishly to
myself. I couldn’t wait to get home to share the good news with my family. I
felt so proud of myself. This is one of the moments that I will cherish.