The summer is slipping away and classes start soon. I have about a week to get organized for the classes I’m teaching. English Composition is mind-numbing to take and tedious to teach, but it’s important. I know that, of course, but as I prepare for class I find myself sighing. It’s so hard to motivate students who are not writers (and don’t want to be writers) to understand the importance of writing well. I try to make it interesting with fun assignments (writing a movie review, for instance), but it’s an illusion. English Comp isn’t fun.
This semester, they’ve added a supplemental text to the course. A grammar handbook. Do you hear me groaning? I hated grammar in high school. I all but cheered when my 11th grade AP English teacher said, “You should know grammar by now. We won’t be focusing on it much this year.” Yet, here I am, teaching college level English Composition and having to use a grammar textbook. Ugh. There is something ironic about having to teach a subject I despise.
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