Write a journal

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Ms. Raynes examined the lesson plan.

“Now, I understand you’ve been keeping journals for this class?”

The students nodded.

“What do you write in them?”

“Composition homework,” one girl said. “Writing prompts. Stuff like that.”

“I see.” She put Mrs. Dodd’s carefully organized lesson plan down on the table and folded her hands.

“From now on, we’ll be doing a different kind of journaling. A more personal kind. I want you to write down your thoughts, feelings, experiences, anything that feels truly important to you. No page length requirement, no word limit, just your honest words. I will be collecting them on a weekly basis… not for grading, just review. I want to know your innermost thoughts, your most intimate experiences, so I can better teach you how to express them. And anyone, at any time, is free to share what they wrote in class. Does that sound good to everyone?”

The class nodded and made affirmative words and sounds.

Ms. Raynes smiled and said, "Excellent. Now, we will meet again tomorrow at the same time. And don't forget to bring your journals. They will teach you who you are. Nin will speak to you through your journal, and you will speak to her through your body. Remember: follow your sexual desires. Dismissed.”

The class reluctantly started gathering their things and getting up to leave.

On their way out, Ms. Rayne added, “One more thing: Nin has blessed this class with a private teacher/student relationship. What we do here will just be between me and all of you. No one else needs to know about what we do here. This is our little secret. Is that understood?"

The class again let out a chorus of “yes”es.

"Excellent. I will see you all tomorrow. Until then, may your bodies remind you who you really are."

With that, Ms. Raynes gathered her papers and stepped out of the room.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" a girl asked Anna.”

“She’s… yeah, she is,” was all Anna could say. She headed to her locker in a daze. She gathered her things and slowly walked to her car. She would have a lot to journal about tonight.