[Author Prev][Author Next][Thread Prev][Thread Next][Author Index][Thread Index] Re: [crewrt-l] my weekend
I've been grading freshman composition papers this weekend--a personal essay. And it's been the usual stories of automobile accidents, friends killed, parents divorcing, mothers dead of breast cancer at 40, fathers dead of heart attacks at 35. This time, though the drudgery of grading 55 papers in a weekend was still there, the stories seemed fresh, the students writing with some new awareness of a larger context in which these events have unfolded in their young lives. Or perhaps I'm possessed of a new awareness as I've been reading them. The stories they're telling are as important, to them, as are the terrible stories of individual tragedy that have dominated the news of late. The young woman who held her father's hand as they unplugged the life support has a hole in her life that is not diminished, or made easier, by what has happened in NY and DC. This isn't news, of course. But it has helped me remember that lives slip away one at a time, even when thousands die at once. Russ
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