Judgement Day

In the workshops that are a requirement for my class we sit in a tiny circle (as there's only 3 students and a teacher) and go over one members work that day. The 1st day I was fortunate enough to not have to present my work. I could see my friends face while we were taking notes on her poem.

She was scared.

There was a fear of judgement in her eyes. We did not judge, per-say, we mearly gave advice on how to better the work and what we liked. And that put me at ease. This knowing how it would be the next day when I showed my work.

WRONG

Now the wrong is not to say that I was judged harshly but to say I was not at ease. I was frazzled from my study hall the period before. My plan was to print out one of the works I had printed last year to show. I log onto the school servers and go to my documents.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I scrambled against the clock to pull some for of work from my head. That work was a little poem called 'Game'. I hated it at first. I thought it was one of the worst things I wrote. I don't like rushed projects and that's what 'Game' was.

Then I heard the reviews from my peers.

I sat there as they silently wrote on their paper, hiding in my cardigan. I saw pens flying over paper and all I could think was, "THIS SUUUUUUUCKS!" Soon, however, it was time for them to tell me what they thought.

They liked it! They actually found deeper meaning in a poem I had written in less than ten minutes. And then reading it again, completely ignoring what my peers interpretations were, I found it.

I found it!

Workshop led me to the meaning behind my words. It made me more confident. I feel now that I can show my work to the group. I can do this.