The day before Thanksgiving. The students read their memoir essays in front of class today. Lots of "bangin'" fist-fights, lots of "the time I got locked up for stealing cars," lots of "my boyfriend and me was fussin'."
Some essays were rather excellent. One young lady wrote about testifying at the trial of her father's female killer. Another described the death of her baby cousin from SIDS. One young man described going to jail for sexual misconduct after having sex with his girlfriend in the girl's locker room. In sixth grade.
We had a good time celebrating the students' writing. Even the nasty fist-fight which broke out in the hall couldn't get us down.