an amusing convo with my very giggly student..
'me and allie are talking again'
that's good. you two are so close, i am glad to hear you worked everything out.
'well, i wouldn't say that. we just started talking. do you watch The Voice?'
i am familiar with it. adam lavigne is pretty cool.
'omg! i love adam! we were watching The Voice on Monday, and he was telling a singer to lean forward and push out the sound, and that they would sound better.. and i thought.. omg, JC would haaaaaaaate him for saying that'
mhm
'and then allie says, if JC told me to do that, I would.. if it would make me sound better.. (she giggles) and i said, omg! i would jump off a bridge if JC told me to.. if it would make me sound better.. and she said, me too. (more giggles) and then i said, we could both jump off the bridge together and as we got closer to the bottom.. the scream would start to sound like an angelic 'ahhhh' (she demonstrates) and then when we come up out of the water.. we would automatically sing 'i can see clearly now...'(another demonstration followed by more giggles)'
ok, breathe.. (shaking my head and smiling) are you ready to sing?
'yesss'
a friendship salvaged.
i'm sure i will hear this story again today.. when i see the only slightly less giggly miss allie. (grins)
Blog Manifesto
Blog Manifesto
This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.
We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)
Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!
JC...
ReplyDeleteI loved this writing! They may giggle a lot but they are also paying close attention to what their teaching is teaching!!! They aim to please...
Thank you for this morning treat. Such a gem.
ReplyDeleteRemember when friends had to agree with you? The understanding of those who do not believe what you do, is part of growing up. I think the World needs to mature.
ReplyDeleteAnd...loved your slice of life story...
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