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Computers, Writing, Rhetoric and Literature
Table 1. Summary of 14 student evaluations of Encounter with Other assignment Positive comments: * I used these ideas in my paper 12 * I liked it 7 * outside input (feedback) good 7 * partner finished/changed my ideas 7 * partners worked well together 7 * good for brainstorming 3 * it helps with editing 3 * there was an exciting element of surprise/mystery 2 * I liked working with an anonymous partner 2 * easy to use 1 * when I stopped trying to gain approval, I could write 1 * it was like reading their mind 1 Negative comments: * fear of partner's criticism was a problem 6 * it was very difficult/challenging 3 * our writing went in different directions 3 * it is easier to write alone 2 * I didn't like it 2 * it was like talking (talking would have been easier) 1 * our ideas rambled 1 * I didn't like an unknown partner 1 * my mind couldn't wander 1
(a) When the professor first introduced the idea to me, I thought it sounded good. But when it came time to start writing I found it hard to write with my unknown "partner." I couldn't start writing creatively because of a fear that said, " will my partner agree with this?" I think I was too self-conscious about the whole thing.
(b) At first, I was kind of nervous. I didn't really know what to do. It was very hard to start. Neither of us wanted to go first. But, after we got going, the story almost wrote itself.
(c) It was exciting and new for me. I felt it added a certain mystique to the writing. I enjoyed the writing process involving an unknown partner and we worked very well together. It was amazing to see someone else's thoughts come up on my screen, it was like I was reading their minds. It was also nice for my partner to immediately know my thoughts.
(First Writer's continuing narrative)
..but then it was
as if something
came over him, and he spilled out his story to me. I was so happy that he
trusted me and was willing to let me help. This made me feel so much better
because I knew things were going to work out between the two of
us.
(Second Writer's continuing narrative)
It was as if I
had gained a part
of myself again and was whole. I could never get back the time we had lost, but
I could enjoy the times to come.
(First Writer breaks the narrative into editing comments)
(I think we
have a problem there cause this seems like it is getting close to done
otherwise it is going to turn into rambling)
(Second Writer)
Somewhat. We shouldn't (in my opinion)
go too far into
the concert, but more detail wouldn't hurt. It is just to reflect, but not the
main event.
(First Writer)
Yeah, it would relate. We'll see what
happens then.
(Second Writer)
I agree. Maybe on Friday we can go in a
little further
about the brother and his specific problems. Also, we should probably talk a
little more about the concert before he starts to realize the stuff about his
brother. Agree?
(First Writer)
Do you think that going to the concert
would be
considered an event relating to the "other?"
(Second Writer)
Yeah that sounds good. We do have an end
basically, but
maybe a little more detail about the brother and his problems.
Beginning of the Second Session
(First Writer)
How should we start our story today?
Should we backtrack
and go back to the part describing the brother?
(Second Writer)
What do you think? Maybe we could leave
the ending
hanging. Is that OK?
(First Writer)
OK. Let's see... we will just write and
then insert it
into the part
(Second Writer)
Yeah, that is not a problem. Editing is
always easy.
(First Writer's continuing narrative)
Joe (our anonymous
friend) ran
into some very serious problems when he was a teenager......
These students wrote together, commented on their writing, planned future writing, and showed a willingness to experiment together as authors.
(First Writer)
The second viola will have a sandwich
later today, long
after the air has relaxed and drifted down to lie in loose folds and coils on
the carpet, and she will enjoy it very much.
She looked out across the orchestra pit, up, into the black that silted down from the rafters in the roof, fondling her viola casually.
Like so...
(Second Writer)
I like "silted." Like silk and like silt
and like
lilted.
Notice that at this early point in their Freewrite Dance the two authors have distinctly different voices and are not writing the same story at all. One is writing a narrative; the other is commenting on it.
(First Writer)
or like so...
She then turned back to tuning her instrument, and the violinist (4th) sitting next to her sneezed delicately, as if on cue
(Second Writer)
which startled the bassoonist who had
been dreaming of a
day when he was three when his girl friend stood in a creek...shallow water and
sand and grass...and she casually lifted her dress over her head to swim in the
cold water...her hair was long...but the
(First Writer)
and my hair flowed up and around my head
as I closed my
eyes in the creek and felt the air shimmering around me as my foot
my foot
(Second Writer)
touched the rocks. There were other people
there...people who spoke many languages....Some Spanish, French, English and no
one spoke all
(First Writer)
and I could feel them swoon
(Second Writer)
as the rocks talked to each other below
the water, and
we talked to each other above.
At this point the authors are really starting to dance, consciously weaving narrative together, writing the same story in real-time collaboration.
(Second Writer)
the faces in the rocks waved to the
faces above the
water and shimmered in the sun above them all...drops of water sparkled like
endlessly free diamonds cascading as the hands swooshed water toward the
sky...toes felt the rocks carefully...constantly searching for a bit of life
between them...
(First Writer)
and the cold slackness of the green algae
and moss rubbed
ungently on her heals [sic], and she suddenly looked to the left, as through
something was approaching her from that direction, although she began, with a
twist in her ankle, to approach it as well, and the water sliced open as she
rolled downwards
and he was afraid
(Second Writer)
the dark trees were black against the grey
sky...tall...pointed trees...in front of them a meadow...brown dry grasses
pressed to the earth in search of relief from the summer sun. The mist floated
down...was something else there?
(First Writer)
But the river continued to
bleed
(Second Writer)
as did the child's heart who, suddenly
aware that he was
grown and working and expected to make art for pay, looked at the person who
sneezed in front of him.
The computer supplies the missing link between speaking and writing. We can use writing for many more purposes than just producing something for evaluation because we have opened the whole spectrum of social writing.Imagine in your own class that students sit at computer stations instead of desks. Instead of talking to them, you can also write to them. Your written discussion itself becomes a model of writing; you can instantly demonstrate writing samples that the students see on the screen before them: they see you writing, a new experience for them; you can all jointly freewrite, brainstorm, and organize.