Hungry Like The Wolf

We had another outstanding Exclusive Ink session this afternoon, with our Shortridge students capturing animals with their words, as Ted Hughes does in his poem “The Thought Fox.” Beyond simply being mined for Money Lines, several of the poems screamed to be shared in their entirety as fantastic examples of the creative capabilities of the teenagers we’ve been working with.

The first is a prose poem about a wolf from one of our sophomores. Note: These eloquent and provocative turns of phrase are all his, without any intrusion from our tutors.

Demented creature, mind marks it in-depth with death. The innocent face engulfed in the canary eyes that leave an imprint in the darkness. Silence, then a barrage of growls preceding the departure of the departed. A forest radiating scarlet. A flash, then farewell pawprints in vision before being swept from the scene that never had dialogue, but demonstrated the circle of life. Violence, this hunter thought, can’t be compared to the shiniest trident. A thirst for hunger never quenched in the river’s silence. Tired of chasing meals, but finally trapped in tactics. An urge to disgorge prey, then emerge from a massacre of satisfaction.

The second is from one of our newest Exclusive Ink regulars, a seventh-grader (!). It’s hard to believe this poem about a mouse was inspired by the same prompt, but that’s the kind of diversity of talent we’re blessed with.

“EEEEEEEEEKKK!”
Mom shrieks.
She leaps through the air,
Ten feet back.
Heart attack.
“MOUSE! THERE’S A MOUSE IN MY HOUSE!”

Little feet skitter across the floor.
Beady eyes look,
Searching for something more.
Harmless, it looks.
Well, at least to me.

Little mouse,
Caged in the wall.
Why won’t you set yourself free?
The air in here is suffocating.
The people are lazy and boring.

Yet when you come out,
Your eyes always
Search, search, search
What are you looking for,
Little mouse?

Why search my humble home,
Where the air is dry as a bone,
Where my mom hides lurking in the shadows,
Where my siblings hide poison beneath the sink?

Are you lonely, little mouse?
Are you scouting for a humble house,
A place to call home,
Where you no longer feel alone?
Why not out in the world, little mouse?

I feel so trapped in this house.
Walls, walls
Closing in.
Sometimes I feel like giving in
To the madness of being caged.

Little mouse, between my mittens,
Escape!
Be fr–
Oh no,
You were just eaten by a kitten.

Shortridge By The Numbers

Because I’d hate to see a perfectly good Excel spreadsheet collect virtual dust, here are some of the figures we crunched from our first semester at Shortridge…

12: Number of weeks spent at Shortridge by Butler mentors

24: Student attendance for our Exclusive Ink Holiday Reading (a record)

25: Average number of Shortridge students tutored by Butler mentors each week

108: Number of Shortridge students tutored by Butler mentors during the week of Sept. 27 (a record)

280: Number of Shortridge students tutored by Butler mentors during the semester (expository writing only, not counting Exclusive Ink)

442: Number of Shortridge students tutored by Butler mentors during the semester (all types of writing, including Exclusive Ink)

1,374: Total contact hours at Shortridge logged by Butler mentors during the semester

Hitting The Ground Writing

I can’t help but feel enthusiastic for the rest of the semester after our first week back at Shortridge. We introduced a new class to the program, while welcoming back several familiar faces who seemed eager to return as volunteers. For our after-school session on Thursday, we had nearly 20 Butler mentors at Shortridge, which is by far the most I can ever remember seeing in the building at the same time.

Because of the quantity and quality of tutors, we were able to work one-on-one with every student who showed up for Exclusive Ink, which yielded awesome results and plenty of Money Lines. With more support for the program than ever before, we’re really excited to expand the curriculum and set our sights on even more ambitious aims. Massive thanks to everyone who contributed to a wonderful first week back. It was like we never left.

Return to Shortridge

After a few week break to relax and recharge, we will be returning to Shortridge for the second semester of Writing in the Schools on Tuesday, Jan. 17.

If you are new to the project and considering getting involved in the coming months (might I add that it should be a great time to do so), click here for instructions on How to Volunteer and also check out some Frequently Asked Questions. Once you’re cleared to volunteer, keep up to date with our schedule here.

Perhaps you’re interested in catching up with some highlights from the first semester, which ended up being a great learning experience for Butler tutors and Shortridge students alike. To see what BU volunteers have said about the program, click here. For a sampling of the poetry and prose produced by members of Exclusive Ink, Shortridge’s newest creative writing group, click here.

We’re pumped to be back. Stay tuned for more updates.

Holiday Reading = Festive Success

I feel strongly that the Exclusive Ink Holiday Party and Reading on Thursday was the culmination of everyone’s efforts throughout the semester, be it the Shortridge students in the literary group, young writers whose talents grew exponentially every week, or the members of the Butler community involved with the Writing In The Schools endeavor, who had the opportunity to witness a real sense of community and progress that they were instrumental in creating during our first few months.

For me, it was thoroughly moving to see everything come together in a such meaningful way. More than 20 students showed up for the festivities (by far our biggest after-school group turnout of the semester), and several used the occasion to introduce their friends and families to Exclusive Ink, which was a real treat for all the Butler tutors and volunteers in attendance. With a room full of people, we were fortunate enough to have a bountiful holiday spread (including ham, mac and cheese, and tons of other fixings and desserts) thanks to the generosity and culinary skills of our Butler volunteers. After eating and socializing, we passed out hand-selected presents (an assortment of young adults books) to every Shortridge student (even though we very nearly underestimated how many gifts we would need). Some of the reactions were truly priceless.

After we cleared away the wrapping paper, nearly a dozen Shortridge students stepped up to read their poems, short stories, and essays. Composed and confident, the students bowled us over with money line after money line. Two students even wrote poems specifically about what the Exclusive Ink Butler-Shortridge group means to them. As someone who played a part in establishing the group since the start of the semester, the poems were nothing short of touching, and I hope that including them in their entirety on the blog will give visitors a real sense of why we’re all so committed to the task at hand.

The first poem is from Marché:

Exclusive Ink, we’re talented and blessed.
Exclusive Ink, we’re prepared for any test from study in practice.
I wondered, “Are we prepared?” ’cause when we began mouths stopped and eyes stared.
I’m not being conceded, but I think we’re there.
I believe God prepared the stairs for us to climb to sucess.
So now we can take a deep breath.
Exclusive Ink, we got brains, style, the moves, and the smile.
We are the talk around town.

The second is from Kiyla, who is pictured above reading her poem:

It’s amazing how we started.
Some were friends, others associates.
College tutors starting something unique.
I’m not alone. No seriously, I’m not!
There are two other Kiylas [ed. note: Kila + Kyla, hence her nickname, “Combo Kiyla”].
Nobody here who doesn’t like to write.
Our superheroes finally let us free.
It’s kind of crazy, right?
No, it’s perfect. Unique.
We are the voices of Exclusive Ink.

In the coming days, expect to see more photos and even videos from our Holiday Party posted on the blog. It was just that awesome. Warm, fuzzy thanks to everyone involved.

New Board, Same Exclusive Ink

The members of Exclusive Ink wasted no time filling up our first board full of awesomeness, so we are now on Money Board, No. 2. Here are the freshest phrases from the minds of Shortridge students (note: the last half are from an exercise where we gave everyone a newspaper and had blacking out words to form a poem):

“We done been through a lot of heartache, no need for excuses / Not one scar on my body, but I still suffer from bruises”

“Watching down on her, his angel wings are now her cover scapegoat / She wears her son’s pride and love, a strong perfume doused in her coat”

“A remembered echo, residue of the event”

“Her body is a test that all men drive and die to perfect”

“Minutes announce pumpin’ fists”

“I’ve got to put the fun back in charity”

“Spirit breaking anger with a chance”

“Troops are scheduled to gallop in October, overwhelming Republicans”

“John McCain killed on the rebound, and Obama said, despite previous predictions, “I’m going in 2012”

“To start a conversation is one of the two things we don’t talk about”

“Today you are listening to classical prison records”

“Kim says Google click cash flow”

“I never thought my help would influence a student’s career path…”

Since the inaugural Writing In The Schools course is wrapping up, here are some more brief reflections from Butler University tutors culled from our discussions on Facebook the past few weeks:

Julie Bickel: Today, I worked with a girl named I–. She said she was done with her work, but I asked if she wanted to talk, so we did. We talked about college, what her plans were, what her interests were, and then she showed me some music videos and we talked about our mutual like for certain bands. Then the teacher printed out her work and asked if she was going to revise it. She said she was done, and he said, “I know you think you are, but you’re not.” We looked at her resume and cover letter and revised a few things.

What struck me, though, was how sure she was that she had nothing further to revise/learn about her work. I guess it’s just interesting how sure of ourselves we cn be, and those are the times when we most need to learn and be aware of how much we don’t know and have yet to learn.

Krysten Plahm: I had a session that I won’t soon forget. Working through the assignment (creating 10 new sentences with the given vocabulary words), the student was able to understand what the word meant in his own words once he read the definition out loud. We would talk about the word for a few seconds, and he would go, “Wait, I think I got it, is it kind of like…?”, and he would relate the word’s definition to experiences in his own life. He actually made a personal connection with each of the sentences we created, which I thought was remarkable. At the end of the session, we talked for about 10 minutes after finishing the assignment, and he told me about his love for music and how he wants to play for the rest of his life. The one thing that really struck me was when he said, “You know, Krysten, because of your help today, you have really made me think about possibly going somewhere to study music.” I never had thought my help would influence a student’s career path.

Carol Taylor: I was blown away Thursday by the level of writing we’re starting to see from our lit group. One student shared a story with lots of potential that moves in a much different direction than the previous stories we’ve seen from her. Another shared several poems that were well above the level at which I could write one. I think it’s more important than ever to keep this momentum going. If they keep progressing at this pace, the magazine they produce will be outstanding.

Nicole Simon: Yesterday during the lit group, one of the girls was taking exception to the exercise we were doing. I brought her out in the hallway, so that we could just talk and I could see what was going on. When we first left the classroom, the student and I were practically racing around the hallways because she was so riled up. We eventually talked about things ranging from the writing exercise to a steak-eating contest she had with her grandmother over break. Eventually, I was able to figure out that this student was really scared to step out of her comfort zone. This is why she had become so irritated and upset. By the end of the walk we were actually walking at a slow, calm pace, and it was clear she felt much better. This walk was extremely helpful for the student. I think sometimes kids really just need that one-on-one “safe space” where they can just talk or vent without feeling threatened or judged. And I think it is important to notice when they really need that personal time away from writing and academia.

More Money Lines

Courtesy of the newly named Exclusive Ink Shortridge creative writing group:

“The girls I call my sisters will always be on Twitter / They remind me of brown sugar in my apple pie”

“The carbonated enrichment of onomatopoeia” [Poem about the word pop]

“Last time I checked, Santa wore Timberlands like Daddy”

“Wicker baskets full of justice / The old china bickers with the pieces of who we are”

“I hear voices of phantom peers at night / I am dead because I thought my lover was”

“I promise I won’t lie / If I lift you off your feet, you will surely fly”

“I’ll be the perfect angle I have the potential to be / You won’t have to worry as long as you set me free”

“Coco puffs, hot puffs / Criminals walking out in handcuffs” [Poem about Walmart]

“A lot to unpack…”

This past Thursday was one of the best sessions I’ve ever had with a student. We accomplished very little homework, but that was not the point of this session. The student came in with watery eyes and a lot of stress. It was clear she had something on her mind and needed to talk. I became a mentor, but I was surprised at the depth of her struggles. All at once, she was worrying about not being able to financially contribute to her family, getting into a prestigious college, paying for that university, and finding work. It was a lot to unpack, but as we talked about life and future, she regained her composure. In the end, we may not have completed too many PowerPoint slides, but she walked out of our session, no longer overwhelmed, with avenues to explore many of the more important areas in life.

Contributed by Dustin Jones

My Beautiful Dark Twisted Shakespearean Tragedy

Last week I worked with a student after he took a test for his English class. He had two prompts to choose from to write an essay about Julius Caesar. He quickly chose the prompt that required him to write an essay describing why the characters of Julius Caesar were easy to relate to or not. I asked him his opinion and he replied, “They’re easy to relate to because Caesar was conceited…like Kanye.” I was so impressed with this response, his ability to connect the text to the world, that I immediately knew where we were going with the essay. Throughout the class period, we created an outline for his essay, in which he related the three major characters to examples in popular culture and examples in his own life. It was remarkable to see a high school student so readily relate to Shakespeare. We ran with the essay and by the end of the class period, he had written half of his essay already!

Contributed by Kristina Albarello