In writing workshops with high school kids this week.
Says one, during a critique, "Maybe it's because of my OCD, but this bothers me...."
"It could be because of my ADHD, but I think this should be....," says another.
They're from Laurel, Collinwood High, St. Ed's, Cleveland School of the Arts. They're startlingly fresh, as are their images: "Purple trees made of bread pudding," for instance. "His kiss was like gravity," writes another. Two young men are writing in the voices of girls. Much of their poetry rhymes--mostly from hip-hop saturation and not any old-school teachers. Their fiction is fascinating. Today we'll see what they can do with dialogue and playwriting.
I sometimes wish we all spoke in either American Sign Language or a shorthand version. Talking is exhausting, or maybe that's because of my CMSA (Chronic Moderate to Severe Asthma).