A typical good day.

Shelonda is a junior.  She’s buff, easily twice my size, with the kind of face that says, I grew up hard.  She’s assertive but soft-spoken, and, like most of the bigger kids, great to work with—sure, they clown around, but they respect the teachers and will usually pull it together after being coaxed.  Shelonda was self-motivated; she brought her essays to me without me asking to see them.  I had to lean in to catch her words as she handed me her two attempts at a personal statement.  What she was saying was, “This is all I got right now. I don’t think it’s any good.”

The main issue is that she, like most of these kids, talks around things rather than illustrating them directly for the reader.  But after reading a half-page about her drug-addict mother, abusive foster parents who used her to get money, beat her, and worked her like a slave, a mention of being raped, a hint that she became pregnant and had an abortion, and the violent death of her father before she could be reunited with him, how am I supposed to tell her to write more?

Creative Commons License
This work by V. Manivannan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

Advertisements
Tagged , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s