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BSWP Begins

I attended the Boise State Writing Project Pre-Institute this weekend and have a painfully full brain and plate now. The crazy part is, that even though I feel overwhelmed, nervous, and confused, I am also incredibly excited to start. I already feel like a world of teacher connections has been opened to me. Everyone was incredibly warm, enthusiastic, and supportive.

When I first started teaching, the switch for my love of reading and writing got turned off and the work of teaching absorbed it. In the last few years, I've started to realize that there is enough room for both professional and personal reading and writing in my life, and by doing both, I am hopefully becoming a better teacher for my students. During the Pre-Institute, we began reflecting on our teaching principles and practices. I feel like the BSWP will help me better define and strengthen those principles and practices by pushing me out of my comfort zone (much like I expect my students to do each day).
From now until June, I'll be working my way through my ginormous to-do list. I am thrilled to be a Buzzwhooper!

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