I went back and read my entries and realized that I really do believe that the class must be interested only in what I like about a specific reading.  I tend to go through and sort of touch on the readings and glow about what is so neato in each. 

In my defense, I have no real experience to draw on or application of the techniques described to share.  So what would I discuss?  In reading through I realize that I do focus, and criminally so, only on what I like.  Others go on about what is annoying, how they feel it may or may not work in class.  I just drone on about the happy joy, joy.  The piece about Sonny’s Blues really annoyed me, so I did not write about it.  I should have.  All of my anger at that teacher — I sat across from my husband bellowing about her — should have been included in my blogging.  I have never blogged before, though, so the whole concept, while getting easier, is a little bit wide open for me. 

I have been obviously sort of sponge-like.  I go on about how the readings have been resolving some of the stress I have at the prospect of teaching and my hope of being effective in the classroom.  In reading the other entries, I have found more solace than in writing my own.  Seeing the application of the information we learned teaches.  I trust the other students’ experience and their application of these concepts more than Blau.

My writing in the blogs has relaxed a little.  Still, it is hopelessly in agreement.  I tend to go through and pick out what jives with class discussion, what concurs.  I see in other entries the open discussion of annoyances and grievances that I have never felt “allowed” to mention in class before.  I guess I have perfected “schoolish” behavior and will discipline myself against it in the future.  How good of me to do so. 

I see how my writing changed in style a little.  It has eased.  It is less formal and sort of paper-ish.  Blogging, as I said earlier, is a new and strange idea.  I like it, and I can see myself easing into the practice over the few entries I have made. 

Not much else to say here.  There is nothing else I can express that is likey-likey today.

laurel