The Listening Eye: Reflections on the Writing Conference.

摘要: IT WAS DARK when I arrived at my office this winter morning, and it is dark again as wait for last writing student to step out of the shadows in corridor conference. am tired, but a good students have generated energy well absorbed it. I've learned something what be childhood diabetic, raise oxen, work across from your father 115 degrees steeldrum factory, welfare mother with three children, build bluebird trail, cruise disco scene, teen-age alcoholic, salvage World War II wreckage under Atlantic, teach invented spelling first graders, bring home die cancer. been instructed other lives, heard voices they had not before, shared their satisfaction solving problems clarity grace. sit quietly late afternoon waiting hear Andrea, next student, will say about she accomplished on her draft intends draft. It nine weeks into course know Andrea well. She arrive confusion scarves, sweaters, canvas bags, then produce clipboard which precisely read exactly has done do. an observer own learning, eager tell