I am a Writer.
I write to live, and I live to write.
I am fortunate enough that I make my living teaching writing — first-year college Composition, that is. In Composition I, I instruct how to write personal essays, in which my students explore their own memories, their own beliefs and convictions, in non-fiction essays which follow standard academic manuscript rules. In Composition II, I instruct how to write argumentative essays, in which my students explore their own reasons of why they believe what they believe and to defend that belief, culminating in a capstone research project, exploring the role of an individual in his/her society.
Occasionally, I teach Literature. How I teach it, however, is as a humanities/arts course, in which we explore the inner convictions and insights of the author’s take on his/her society, as expressed in poem, short story, and (if time permits) novel. I teach the class as a writer who appreciates writers and their works. I am a teacher of writers.
But I am also a student of writers. I read, learning from others’ insights, narratives, and all.
And I write.
It’s part of who I am.
I live, I breathe, I love… and I write.