Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Ms. L., one of my students, came into the school tonight for help with a speech she'd been working on for a contest. The speech was fine, she said, until she saw her classmate's. His had beautiful sentences, she said. Also, though, his had been written by his father's friend. "It's not a competition for composition," she said. "Our teacher told us to let others to write it for us." But she wanted to write it herself. We went over the tenses, and she corrected the mistakes herself. Her speech, on saying no to a boy who'd asked her out (so that she could focus on her studies, natch), wasn't actually something that had happened to her. "If we write about what really happens, we won't receive full marks. We always lie."
posted at 10:20 PM