Sunday night dinner. We’re all home. Chicken, salad, corn on the cob.
Jane: Who has homework?
Lydia: I have to write a poem.
Jane: About what?
Eli: It’s not about “anything.” That’s what all the seventh grade poems are about.
Lydia: It’s a one hundred percent me poem.
Jane: You’re a good poet.
Dinner ends; an hour passes. I return to the kitchen, and I see Lydia’s homework stack on the table. On the top, a poem.
100% Me Poem
I pick it up. Lydia’s there and lets me read it: part of her is this, part of her is that, and so on adding up to 100 percent. Under the poem, I see another piece of paper, a form that looks very teacherly, and which Lydia has thoroughly filled out.
100% Me Poem Rubric
Is it possible to score poorly on the 100% Me Poem, and get a… 60% ? Then, would a 12-year-old writer think that her self, and not her poem, was only a portion of what she thought was entire?
I like Lydia’s poem. I don’t love the rubric.