The quiet hum of busy students filled the air as I looked around the classroom. Everyone was busily typing away, perfecting their memoirs. As I wandered the classroom, conferencing with individuals, I was filled with pride. These students who rebelled against writing only a few short months ago were reducing me to tears with their heartfelt memoirs. Digging deeper with each draft, they exposed the soft underbellies of their lives- sick grandparents, best friends, growing up, growing apart, being a good big brother. Everything is on the table in these memoirs.
Looking ahead, I can’t wait for our publishing party on Friday. We will be decorating our memoirs, sharing them with the class, and then putting them together into a scrapbook for each class. The scrapbook will be on display during conferences next week. Plus, each parent will take home a black-and-white photocopy of the class memoir book to share with family and friends.