Slice of Life Post for July 15, 2025, by Barb Edler

As a young teacher, I was fortunate to learn from marvelous instructors from the Iowa Writing Project, an opportunity provided by the Grant Wood AEA located in Cedar Rapids, IA. Dr. James Davis was the coordinator. He led several of the classes I took.

Level One focused on the key aspects of teaching writing: generating, drafting, reflecting, providing feedback and so much more. I was introduced to Peter Elbow, David Murray, Nancy Atwell, and so many more. Cleo Martin was an integral part of IWP. She wrote about focusing on the positive and building upon what the writer was doing well. I have always been one open to criticism, but I know I have always flourished when my “boss” or “instructor” was positive and encouraging.

During Level II, we journaled about our writing and instructional practices. This was perhaps the most eye-opening experience for me. I believe the metacognitive practices can be the most empowering and I need to do more reflecting even now to understand this world and myself.

Unfortunately, the state of Iowa is pushing hard to shut down the AEA and Iowa’s voucher system is in high gear. According to data shared by Public School Strong, 92 percent of Iowa children are part of the public school system compared to 8 percent attending private schools. Whereas public schools must accept all children, private schools do not have to accept everyone. Private schools do not have school boards, curriculum input, public budgets, public audits, or assessments to track progress which is all a part of the public school system. Closing our AEAs is brutal. Teachers will no longer have accessible adult instruction, and student will no longer benefit from the special supports so many need.

My heart is heavy. I worry for the future of our Iowa school system as well as the national school system. By providing for the very rich and eliminating opportunities for our younger generation, we are going to end up with a society that is much like France experienced in 1879. I can hear distant drums. My poem today reflects those feelings.

Travel Advice

carry only what you 
          need, but I'm
                  no butterfly

Barb Edler, July 15, 2025