a touching story about the healing power of love

Dearest bloggers, so many of you have expressed fear about sharing your story during the peer edit process or in front of the class. You do not have to read yours to the class or peer edit with a student you don't know or trust. If you need feedback from me--prepare specific questions for me about your piece and bring the questions to me rather than the entire draft. At this point a couple dozen students have expressed fears about topic, content, sharing, and changing topics. Just shut up and write! Seriously, write without editing and correcting, don't go back and reread it yet, don't share it yet, take a break from it when you are at a stopping place. I can't wait to read your work and listen to you share. Oh the healing power of love! What a touching story.

Lloyd

Leyba says

Dear Josh, no need to feel awkward. I never gave it a second thought. I just didn't want to read outloud cuz some people don't want to hear about it because it is too weird or hard. My hope was to have some questions about the piece and about writing. Thanks Jen for your words. I love you guys!

Lloyd

Silence

Silence during 2nd... Yeah im sorry about that. I wanted to say something but i couldnt. Maybe it was out of respect that most of us were stunned silent. Some memoirs will be more extensive than others. On the record... Even though you thought it was edited like crazy it was bold and it told your story. I wish i hade something lame to write about in my memoir. I think i might focus on something a little less obvious. BUt what? who knows.

Why leyba why?

Leyba.....

you stuck us with ms nykanon today......

seriously leyba


cruel and unusual punishment





(sorry but it had to be said.....)
(@>.<)--@*(nykanan)

YOU

I haven't bloged in forever, but Leyba keeps talking about how no one blogs any more so I figured I could post something i wrote a while ago. If you have any suggestions on how to make it better, or a different ending let me know

YOU
I like how you paid attention to me at the party
I like how you came and asked for my number at the grizzly rose
I like how you asked me to prom deep in the mountains next to an abondon shack
I like how you drove in circles trying to get out of my neighborhood because you were nervous
I like the way you attempted to dance
I like how I started to realize you weren't just some guy when you put your arms around me and gently kissed my head
I like how it was just you and me at after prom and not you, me, and all your friends
I like how we didn't kiss for about a month
I like how when we finally did kiss I just melted
I like how I slowly got to know your moods and facial expressions
I like how I can tell you anything and really count on you
I like how you have to be the last person I talk to every night or i don't sleep as well
I like how we can go out and do something unexpected like go for a walk and end up jumping in a lake
I like how I can wrestle with you in the rain
I like how you remember things that are important to me
I like how you get this look on your face when you get ready to tell me something you are nervous about saying
I like how you dance around when you finally beat me at something because we both know it doesn't happen very often
But what I like most, is how I don't like these things, but how I love them, and how I love you