1. I finished my class Tuesday night. For the final we did a reading at the Maeser Building at BYU complete with spotlight, red curtain, black stool and a microphone. I loved hearing my students’ final pieces. What they chose to read up on the stage in front of everyone. That kind of experience is transformative. After they read, they talked about something they learned. One student mentioned how through another classmate he got turned onto Billy Collins. I love Billy Collins. I forget about Billy Collins and poetry. For Christmas, I am giving myself permission to read more poetry.
2. In that class, someone said I reminded them of a girl on Seinfeld that Kramer was trying to hit on with Newman’s help. We watched the clip in class (I keep trying to find it and I can’t. Boo) and I forgot how funny Seinfeld could be. For Christmas, I’m going to try to laugh more. Lighten up and maybe have more fun when I write.
3. And finally, I had my students read this book. I ordered it blind off a list and I loved it. For Christmas, I’m going to read it again, more slowly, and write about reading it.
Throwing Up Words 