Brown Girl Dreaming & Service Learning
Jacqueline Woodson's memoir explores her earliest days of storytelling. She writes about how she felt
as though storytelling came naturally to her, but that most of the adults in her life tried to dissuade her
from pursuing this gift. Her Uncle Robert and her Daddy are two people that appreciated her stories, and
their support seems to have been monumental to Woodson. In the poem "when i tell my family," she
writes, "It's a good hobby, we see how quiet it keeps you./ They say,/ But maybe you should be a teacher,/
a lawyer,/ do hair..." (229). Her mother even equates her storytelling to lying, whereas Uncle Robert calls
it what it is. Woodson clearly had a very active imagination as a child, and it is important that imagination
and wonder, like we have been discussing in class, do not get stifled by the school system or unsupportive
adults. We will only be able to realize justice with imaginations like Woodson's.
As I was reading these poems about Woodson writing stories in her head and even writing her first book
about butterflies, I was reminded of a recent experience at Bridges. Normally, when kids come to the
Loft, they need help with math or science. However, one of the girls I have met that has been coming
regularly this year has been requesting help with her English assignments. She told me her teacher is also
a creative writing teacher, so the prompts were not what I was expecting for a 10th grade class. In the first
assignment I helped her with, she had to write a short story about a hero. It could be anything she wanted,
so she had to really use her imagination and creativity. As I helped her think through the plot, I realized
that creative thinking and writing were not taught or prioritized-- at least in my high school education. As
Woodson writes in "Uncle Robert," "In my head/ all kinds of people are doing all kinds of things./ I want
to tell him this, that/ the world we're living in right here in Bushwick isn't/ the only place," ((172). When
creativity in school is not prioritized, we lose sight of the fact that there is a whole world out there full of
people living unique and separate-- yet connected-- lives. It was nice to see that the girl I helped with
essays is getting a chance to explore her creative self in school.
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