Baldwin Redux

The first collection of Baldwin's essays, Notes of a Native Son was awesome.

The second one, Nobody Knows My Name is just alright. I'm getting bored and my two-Socratic Seminars a week schedule is getting monotonous.

I have to bring it in for a home run with next week's study of The Fire Next Time. Need to change things up at least a little.

In other words, teaching 9th graders to write their first literary essay is a trying experience. I'd forgotten. Or I'd never done it this early in the year before. Today was Peer Review day. They were supposed to bring in a first draft to do a Peer Review. I got a third turned in for every class. So what to do with the other two-thirds of the students? Ugh.