Seniors experiment with writing groups

Perhaps my expectations were a bit lofty—taking English IV students with the type of full-blown senioritis May tends to inflict and thrusting them into writing groups. (See my previous blog entry—It all started with a budgeting activity in English class—for more about what prompted this.) As with anything in life, my students got out of this collaboration what they put into it. 

On a Pre-Writing Groups Survey, students assessed how comfortable they were giving constructive feedback to others using a Likert scale on which 1 indicated cool confidence and 5 deemed the activity tantamount to torture. Of the 29 students who completed the Pre-Writing Groups Survey, 37.9% reported feeling moderately comfortable providing peer feedback, and 48.2% indicated a higher level of comfort. (See Figure 1.) And, of those surveyed, only 37.9% recalled having participated in peer writing groups previously.

Forms response chart. Question title: 9. How comfortable are you giving constructive feedback to others?. Number of responses: 29 responses.
Figure 1

Before we began, we discussed (in our groups, then as a whole class) our initial concerns about sharing our writing. Students echoed sentiments of the vulnerability in sharing a piece of writing—the risk of being judged—and brainstormed ways to address this fear when their writing groups meet.

Then, we dove in. First, descriptive paragraphs. Then, poems. Finally, we worked on what we dubbed their “Senior Projects,” for which they had three options: a time capsule, a vision board, or a high school survival guide. Each Tuesday and Thursday, they brought a different piece for their projects—reflections, explanations, letters, top ten lists, text for infographics, and articles—to their writing groups.

A few embraced it wholeheartedly. Yadissa, a natural born leader, took her group’s participation to the highest level. Some of these conversations were the most heartwarming, hearing her work one on one with Angel, an English language learner, when the third member of their group was (frequently) absent. Yadissa guided Angel, helping him better understand the vision board option and how best to approach it. She encouraged him to elaborate and complimented him on his willingness to make himself vulnerable in his writing. In turn, Angel posed a couple of thought-provoking questions and made some practical suggestions for Yadissa’s high school survival guide.

Some kicked around a few compliments as well as constructive criticism. Madi’s group was the most boisterous, providing a balance of helpful feedback, such as sincere appreciation for the details and depth of Aiden’s writing, with shock over the length and impressive (intimidating?) quality of Madi’s writing. They had fun with it.

Some did the bare minimum, but even those kiddos were sharing their experiences, their dreams, their wisdom—and their writing. While their feedback may have been superficial at best, several groups had rich conversations at times, even though the response forms they filled out may not have reflected it. 

On a Post-Writing Groups Survey the last week of school, every response indicated a positive feeling toward writing groups, declaring it “fun” or “good,” noting how nice it was to receive feedback from peers. All also indicated they would recommend participating in writing groups to other students. Aiden commented, “Yes, it is very eye opening. It is always good to look at something from a different perspective.” 

Keyonna indicated the most beneficial part of participating in writing groups was “having multiple people giving advice or compliments.” Yadissa noted, “It made me open and considerate to others more than before. We would push each other into making the best out of our writing pieces. I was very fond of the self-motivation aspect of working in a writing group.”

Yadissa also offered interesting insight into what she considered the most challenging part of participating in writing groups: “Every now and then, some of us would get indecisive before wanting to submit and talk about our work. So sometimes we would try to revise and change our work completely before we reached that step. So as much as I’d like to say we leaned on each other for feedback, we sometimes pushed for it before it was time to.” Others cited the difficulty in providing quality feedback, struggling to come up with suggestions for improvement. 

Of the 14 students who completed the Post-Writing Groups Survey, 21.4% indicated an average comfort level when it comes to providing peer feedback, and 64.3% reported a higher than average comfort level. (See Figure 2.) Thus, in the mere weeks we experimented with writing groups, the average level of comfort with providing peer feedback increased approximately 16%.

Forms response chart. Question title: 3. How comfortable do you feel now about giving constructive feedback to others?. Number of responses: 14 responses.
Figure 2

We definitely could have benefitted from more time and more coaching. Nevertheless, these young adults entered the struggle of awkwardly navigating peer writing groups. However late in the year we began, and however half-heartedly some may have approached it, we were building a community of writers.

It all started with a budgeting activity in English class

So, I lied. I made the declaration with the best of intentions, but I failed to follow through. After feeling inspired by an evening with my writing group, grand plans of expressive writing led me to compose my previous blog post, Rekindling My Lanterns. Even if all I could squeeze in was a daily quick write, I was determined to revive low-stakes, personally meaningful writing—and sharing—in my classroom. I followed through with four freshman classes for two days. Then, Romeo and Juliet essays, common summative assessments worth a hefty chunk of their overall grades, took over our time from bell to bell.

Both of my senior classes were in the midst of response-to-literature projects after reading All the Light We Cannot See, so there was no time to spare there. After finishing our projects, we launched into the first of several real-world activities waiting for us in the last quarter—creating a budget, which would be followed by learning about credit, writing résumés, and conducting practice interviews.

“I know you just work here,” said Colin, echoing what he’s heard me say jokingly, “and you didn’t plan this, but I’m not likely to be on board with assignments I’ve already done before.” 

I have to hand it to you, kid, I thought. You possess a talent for voicing your opinion with diplomacy that many adults lack. You have my attention.

“Lowkey, we learned the fifty/thirty/twenty method and made budgets in financial literacy class,” Myra said through her dreads.

“I’m assuming you also learned about credit in financial literacy?” I inquired. 

“Facts,” Myra fired back. “A lot about credit.” 

“And we created résumés in freshman success class,” Addy pleaded in a drawn-out drawl.

“Yeah, and I practiced interviewing at tech school,” added Aiden.

“Same,” became a refrain reverberating through the classroom.

It seemed all my seniors had previously practiced these financial and job-seeking skills. Granted, it may have been a couple of years, but still—they had my attention.

I had their attention, too. I acknowledged their frustration. Then, I paused, deep in thought.

There was a time when I prided myself on encouraging my students to use their voices. Fast forward a few years, and those voices washed out to sea, engulfed by the tests to which we teach. Suddenly, I stood surrounded by seniors protesting the plan for the final quarter of their last secondary school year. And it is national poetry month, after all. Visions of slam poetry danced in my head.

“I hear you, and I have an idea for an alternative assignment, but it involves poetry,” I proffered.

Aiden’s emerald eyes widened. Camron crossed his arms in front of his chest and cocked his curly-haired head to the side. 

“I’d rather write poetry,” Colin mused, nodding slightly.

Ivy’s brunette bob bounced. “Poetry?” she pondered. “Yeah, I vibe with that.”

A surprising number of them seemed excited about the prospect of expressive writing—even poetry. What emerged next warmed my teacher heart. I gave them the option to complete today’s assignment or write a protest poem in response to it. Then, toward the end of the class period, seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds lined up at my desk, asking me to read their poems. They had not been eager to have me read anything they’d written all year.

Perhaps my seniors will make an honest woman of me yet.