April and Sue,
we started the day by cutting and pasting our Personal essays. If you have an urge to replicate the experience, allow a four year old to take a (kid-safe) scissors to your rough draft. Then you climb onto the roof of your house and launch the pieces into the lawn below. Hurry/scurry down the steps and collect as many of the pieces as you can, (don't worry about chasing down the ones blown down the street) then let your neighbor try to piece the essay back together.
Actually, the exercise was a little different than that, but in short the organizational method (most people used some sort of chronology in telling their tale), should be questioned and perhaps changed to suit the needs of the piece.
We all hope to see you two real soon.
The Raccoon Slayer
She wants to be an honorary wild thing
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