This class continues to amaze me. Actually it's not the class, it's the people who share a room with me one day a week for two hours. They come as strangers and while we all listen, soon feel comfortable enough share their life stories, not all of which are happy. There are tears at times and fortunately, lots of laughter. The critiquing of one an other's writing is honest, thoughtful and meant to encourage rather than to point out flaws in technique.
Although all are asked to write comments about the qualities of a piece and to jot down suggestions for improvement, there are times when we get so caught up with the story, the beautiful descriptions, the humor, or just the flow of the narrative, writing becomes impossible. We just want to listen and enjoy. So be it! That's what we do.
I use a workbook approach and provide tools each week to make a point and to give ideas for subjects, but the class has certainly become more than just a way to pass time for me or for the students. Most in class are over 60 and come with varied backgrounds and rich histories. Through the sharing, friendships have emerged and there is an eagerness to share information and ideas even outside the classroom.
Today I handed out a bookmark I made that expresses my sentiments about the class perfectly. It reads:
The business of life is collecting memories.
Your business now is to revisit them with love.
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