Teaching people who are 18-22 or so is amazing for many reasons, but the part I like the most is watching transition. Every semester, I ask my students to write to me for two pages, about anything, and they do. They hand me their sheets of paper and walk out the door, and I read about their summers, their high school graduations, their jobs. I read about their hopes and fears and desires. I read about their parents, their siblings, their boyfriends, girlfriends, family.
Without exception, everyone in that room wants something, wants to move from one place to another. The student might want it, and might obtain that shift--another might not, dropping out after a month. But the hope for movement is there. It's what people that age always do--move. The notion is that what is expected and done, and there they are, needing this gateway English class that once completed, the path opens up.
What I am reminded of after reading ninety of these yesterday, is that we all need to sit in a room somewhere and write two pages, telling a stranger or no one or just ourselves what we are doing and who we are and what we want. It's hard to channel that 18 year old feeling and move, but it's something that should not dry up and wither away. The gate is always thee as is the path, even if we think we don't need to go through one more damn gate and if we've been on the path too damn long.
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