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