Writing, blogs, and my book (my titles are uncreative, I know)

Until we studied it in class I had no idea that the scribbles I used to see the kids do when I worked at a daycare were actually forms of writing. I would see the kids draw and scribble which I know know are preliterate forms of writing. At the daycare I also saw the kids draw letter like shapes and hold the pencil with a death grip. I know know this is the early emergent writing. Just this week while observing my first grade class I saw multiple uses of inventive spelling, which is the transitional stage of writing. There was one student however who was so advanced in his writing that I would dare to classify him as fluent. Most first graders would struggle to write the words cafeteria, complicated, and nemesis however this student did so with no assistance. He also completed and complex and interesting story about a little boy who is scared of the lunch lady. Needless to say I was more than a little impressed.

I was very skeptical when I first learned that I needed to make a blog. Very may even be an understatement. Much to my surprise, however, I have found this blog to be incredibly helpful. It offers me a different way to review what I have learned, as well as something I can easily reflect back on. Of course I still will not put up a picture or any personal information due to my extreme fear of internet stalkers.

This blog has actually helped to change my opinions on writing. Until this class I never thought of using a blog as writing. I also did not think that drawings and scribbles were forms of writing. But low and behold I was wrong; this is a rarity of course.

Last Monday we started discussing our book project. After I got over the initial shock that we were not writing a childrens book, as I had convinced myself we were, I began to think of a topic. I am incredibly pleased with my chosen topic actually. I am going to write about my decision to go to either Meredith or Appalachin State. This choice about my education career was not only difficult, but the first major choice that I had to make on my own. I am known for taking twenty minutes to choose between grits or oatmeal and then changing my mind atleast once, so this decision was not an easy one. In my story I will discuss the things that influenced my discision as well as the people who attempted to help me. It will be a story of competing disireses, which football team my best friend would play on, my mothers bribes of groceries, and my then eight year old sister who somehow was in control of my life. I am pretty sure this book I plan to bind with yarn and cardboard will soon be on the New York Times best seller list. Or perhaps the Dayquil I took today is getting to me.