This week I’m directing the Writing Workshop at SJSU for students in grades 4-6th. The students get to cycle through three workshops a day, led by three superb writing teachers. Me? I handle emergencies, monitor the recess and lunch in the courtyard, hand out the t-shirts, and answer parent emails. I see that everyone signs in and out. My real work was in the planning and dreaming stage, back in, oh, February.
This program is a new addition to SJAWP’s Creative Writing Camp and the Teen Writing Institute (see http://www.sjawp.org ) and, while I felt passionate about the need for workshop instruction for upper elementary students, I had no evidence that it would fly. So, even though I am not teaching, it is a special joy to sit in the classrooms and vicariously participate. Just to see it happening is a treat. Perhaps by midweek I will be able to assist with conferring. Hopefully these 44 students will come back next summer with their friends — and they’ll stay on into the Teen Institute.
I see on FB and hear from talking with teachers, that some schools are starting next week. Omigosh! Mine starts after I get back from the road trip to Ashland, Oregon to see my sister and pick up my mother who has been summering there.
I seem to be planted in this work for SJAWP and unable to plan much, think about, or worry about school starting. I think my brain is still on rest. Or I’m just jealously guarding what is left of my summer, until I get that mini-vacation, road trip. I have worked all summer.
The next four days of Writing Workshop are my main reality, then I can focus elsewhere. Then there will be changes to my thought patterns. I have noticed the daylight and the weather shifting. We are past the peak of summer in the slide to fall. I know, I know, summer’s leaving.
And it’s Tuesday in some places by now.