Friday, June 01, 2007

Why They Write

Students in the Imaginative Writing class tell why they write. Some of the responses are very "imaginative"--for instance, "I am a demon and the last of my kind." There's a cool surprise at the end of this video.

5 comments:

Cynthia said...

I wish I could tell you how impressed I am by your videos. They're evocative, provoking, endearing. Is that you saying, "Keep playing." in the last one?

Theresa Williams said...

Cyn, yes, that is me saying, "Keep playing"! :-)

Gannet Girl said...

I didn't really get the end, but it's still very cool.

Theresa Williams said...

Robin, yes, I know, I was being too obscure. The young woman at the end wrote a poem which is an epitaph for the Bush Administration. :-)

V said...

Theresa, you must be flying. I`m so enjoying catching up with your journal.
Teaching that class would seem to be a wellspring for you.
This is really wonderful.
V

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