My whole being launches into ecstasy as I sit at the computer, typing, writing, drafting thoughts of what it means to teach literature well. This is a rough sketch of what I hope will be the statement essay. May this come to pass in excellence and patience.
Personal Thoughts on Teaching (Chasing Stars)
I can still remember the quiet, internal crescendo when Mrs. Thayer or Mrs. McCorkel discussed Greek mythology or King Arthur’s round table with us. It sounded like a combination of birds singing and then crash-diving into a pile of candied marshmallows under lavender twilight. Sharp and melodious, then light and free. My heart hammered with finality, and all of a sudden I was anthropomorphized imagination without a care in the world. I was a “princess inside”, in the words of Frances Hodgson Burnett. My subjects included the elegant cruelty of Venus/Aphrodite, Lancelot’s hard-nosed spirit of adventure, and aging Odysseus. My scepter was a slew of A-grade papers on characterization and plot that made my spine tingle. It was a beautiful way to become a teenager.
As time wore on, I begin to feel a pressing dearth. I had to understand and incorporate any skill I could to make this literature come alive, to whoever would listen. Who did I have the most sway with? Whose age group could I captivate into finding this secret garden of wonder? I’ve narrowed it down to older high school students (I love the idea of guiding) or college students (showcasing the literary arts, then watching students choose), and I’m banking on graduate studies to help me discover the better route…