Bubble strikes again

Today, I was reminded once again of the dangers/benefits of bubble-y optimism. Mainly, that when the bubble bursts, you have to face a reckoning of sorts with yourself and with reality that, while maybe not pretty, is certainly a learning moment.

Over the past couple of months, I've had great hopes for a writing project with high schoolers where we create multi-genre texts that explore identity, family and community through a variety of forms. It's been a tumultuous ride, though, as I've alternately been very excited about it and made the time to work on and prepare for it, and then been too busy and semi-given up hope that the idea would ever be actualized. Nevertheless, I finally found a site, got in touch with a couple teachers and managed to get a few students to sign up when I went to recruit in person. I was somewhat disconcerted at the low level of interest, but reminded myself that it's already May and school being out for summer is just around the corner. I held out hope though, and continued to send out the info here and there thinking that maybe, maybe, some people might be interested and just show up to the first session.

Alas, not even my few sign-up-ees showed. As it approached the meeting time, I had a sinking feeling that it may be a workshop of me, myself and I. So, I eventually packed up my stuff, said my thanks and apologies to the folks at the site and mumbled something about trying to get in touch with the students/teacher to find out what happened. The real question, though, is whether I give it another try or concede that the timing's not right, etc. I guess we'll see...