Look around our classroom. What do you notice (let’s not write about anyone in particular, so we don’t make anyone self-conscious)?
Spend some time outside of class noticing, maybe 10 minutes. What did you notice? Write for 10 minutes about what you noticed. Add your writing as a comment on this post.
As you read for class, what do you notice, either about the text or about yourself as a reader? Write for 10 minutes about what you notice while reading.
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In the morning I noticed I was happy to attend school usually that doesn’t occur but it did for Monday class. I notice my face and how beautiful I am. When I was walking through the hallway I noticed in my self I was a bit confused about where 1121 was located. I noticed in the subway there weren’t any cops standing at the emergency exit. But that is all I noticed for now. Thanks for reading.
— Ivy
Thank you for sharing these things that you noticed. If you’re up for the challenge, I would ask you to write more, adding what details you notice that lead you to notice these things. What did you notice about yourself, your face, or the hallway to lead to to conclude about your happiness, your beauty, or your confusion? What did you notice as a result of noticing that there weren’t cops at the subway exit?
I’m looking forward to more noticing from all of us throughout the semester!
When I look at our classroom, I notice that there is a regular green chalkboard, but then there is also a whiteboard on the side wall. I noticed that the chairs were in disarray which I suppose is really that I’m noticing the chairs have been rearranged but not in an orderly way. I’m used to classrooms with a different layout, where the door leads you into the side, not the front, and the windows are along the opposite side, not the back. I notice that I can’t really look out the windows, that they are not part of my realm, even though I’m used to looking out the window while standing at the classroom computer. I’m going to miss that this semester.
Tonight, I didn’t notice that the snow had started. I heard that I could see the crescent moon and planets in the night sky. I didn’t see anything in the sky–it was probably too cloudy, a dull neutral rather than an inky dark–but when I tried, I noticed that the snow had already started, left a soft, thin blanket everywhere, and then paused. The walkway must have been salted because it was clear of snow, but the sidewalk that wasn’t part of the walkway must not have been salted–I was surprised to see snow on the ground that wasn’t the grass because I wasn’t expecting it to stick so much.
When I read “HERS” by Perri Klass, I notice how important it is to speak the language at work. It makes you feel like you fit in, like you’re just as much a professional as the other people you work with. In the author’s particular situation, there’s also a reason to exclude with language, so that medical staff can communicate without patients and their families understanding. Though is that really necessary, or just an excuse for rudeness?!