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Paragraph 2. A year on, still writing.

This paragraph blogging style is liberating and infectuous. It’s just my hunch that it might help me turn my many drafts into actual paragraphs some day. For now, here’s this sequel to the post from a year ago. I recommend you read it first, it’s short, light and will entertain you with three images.





In this year that has passed by only too fast, we’ve talked about any number of topics a teenager could be interested in and could have something to say about. If you’re interested in particulars, we’ve talked about our families and relationships within these families; about our personal dreams and why they were these particular dreams; about my work and her school life; about friends; about how I became a teacher. We’ve talked about movies, literature, traveling, reading, writing, music, talents, and goals. I have been trying my best to keep the flames of the conversation burning, always noting something she could pick upon and develop. I asked questions not because I was a teacher who wanted to see her use of Complex Object or target language. I opened up myself and welcomed her to do the same, as much as she’d feel comfortable to. Emotions filled the pages, displaying sincerety, pointed out by exclamation marks. ……… “I shall never cease to marvel…” As my eyes stared at this turn of a sentence she used in one of her recent letters for a good couple of minutes , something clicked. Last week I asked the girl in my regular letter in the journal to sift through all of her *12* letters to me and notice any kind of progress. That’s what I got to read in response (note: this is an unedited, genuine piece of teenage writing): “I think my writing has improved a little bit. … Because earlier I always sat with an interpreter and tried to translate your letter and then sat and looked for many words to write a response to you. Now it became much easier. I translate from your letters up to 5-7 words and when I wrote too I looked in the dictionary very little.”

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She sometimes excuses herself for writing too little, a mere page. Just keep writing, I say. Some people blog no more than a mere paragraph and are not in the least ashamed of it.


Thanks for reading.

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A heartfelt teen cry, unabridged.

In these hot midsummer days I start a repost series on my blog. Back in February of this year I took part in Blogathon competition organized by the British Council. I blogged in small portions of 250 words every day (well, almost) and, to be honest, that required quite an effort from me, normally blogging on the spur of the moment. Unfortunately, in order to leave comments on those posts one has to be logged in in their system. Now I’ve decided to republish some of my Blogathon entries, those that I personally like best.

This one was actually written by one of my students, a teenager. Just see how much they actually care.

How teachers teach me at my school, why I don’t like it, how I’d like them to teach me.
Nowadays education at school is really bad, not because the programme is poor quality, but because teachers stopped working. I once saw how the teacher of IT put down a satisfactory mark in the register to the person who wasn’t even at school on that day! Some teachers just stopped teaching us their subjects and the students sit at these lessons doing nothing.
I don’t like it at all. If I was a little girl in a primary school I would think “Great!” But I’m not a little girl and I’m not in a primary school. I wonder what I’m going to take with me to my future life. Who will I be? And of course because of this I’d like to work at school, to really work at school, using brain.
Speaking of how I’d like my teachers to teach me, the first thing is: explain the topic and everyone must understand. If one person doesn’t understand – explain again. I want them to put down marks for work, not for attitude. I want them to help me to get ready for the exams, really help, not just pretend to help. I wish the teachers cared about our knowledge and not about how we dress. Jeans or trousers, it’s not important. What is in our brain, do we understand the subject or not, that is what is really important.

(Link to original post http://www.teachingenglish.org.uk/blogs/annloseva/a-heartfelt-teen-cry-full-pain-unabridged?page=1)

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