Ending the semester, lessons learned (Part 1) … (of what will be many)

I am laying far too wide awake here in timezone limbo in my hotel room at the nmc conference (with apologies to Leslie my hopefully soundly sleeping roommate ), and thinking perhaps tonight’s waiter slipped me some high test coffee vs the requested decafe. So, I thought this might be a good time to at least begin to recap some of the lessons learned during my HISP 205-09 adventure.

So here goes:

Lesson #1: Blogging is hard work. Period.

It’s hard to blog regularly in your own language much less doing it in a second or third one. And even thought I had given myself the “incentive” to try and blog as I went along this semester, the reality was it was almost impossible for me to do so in any fashion that did not, for me, seem contrived. And since I try to model for my students that blogging is about sharing your passions, or about writing when you feel motivated to do so (vs being required to do so) well, I realized that this was trickier than I had anticipated. Because I got myself into a bit of guessing game and yes that ole imposter syndrome kicked in at the worst of times (is this saying what I need for it to say ? Oh of course its not, leave it in the draft bin…forever…ugh)


Which mirrored my students anxieties about their own words seeing the light of day, being published, being seen. It was really hard for them to see this as low stakes anything… writing for “school” had always been high stakes. Write about what matters to me vs what you want me write about? huh?

Yet another free fall moment…

So lesson learned: if you want your students to produce blog posts that are a true representation of their thoughts and interests… you need to let them be. The writing will come, in time, but not always in an anticipated, measured, 2 blog posts per week manner.

And if you are the teacher blogging about your practice, that is extra hard. And yet, its crucial to walk the walk. Oh yes it is.


Teach The Teacher by Paper Lace
(yikes) has just come on Pandora, and my roommate is restless. It’s 1 a.m. here..who knows what time it is where I live. Time to tell my body to shut down. More to follow…

About Barbara

Barbara has been working for a small liberal arts college in the cornfields of Ohio for about 15 years. In addition to teaching Spanish she runs a somewhat unconventional language center. Prior to this adventure in higher ed she taught high school Spanish and loved it. She wishes she had more time in her life to write, read, swim, and watch the Red Sox. And sometimes she blogs over here as well...