
First, you must obtain a topic. They are not hard to come by. They are everywhere: in the cafés, on the sidewalks, in the muggy offices of bureaucrats. If you lack one, your taskmaster will supply it for you in the form of a piece of literature to which you must respond.
Next, formulate your thesis. A thesis says “This is what I am setting out to prove,” as if all truths were immutable.
Then, if you are a student, you begin the five-paragraph essay. Pay no attention to the words themselves. This is about the container, the scaffolding on which you hang the words. Learn form before content; don’t break the rules until you know what they are. These are the beliefs upon which the delicate scaffolding of pedagogy rests. Upon that, civilization balances.
If you are old, you will not have been schooled in this particular approach to written communication. Instead, you write like a painter. Layer azure over cerulean, fluff a bit of vermilion in the corner. Throw the paint across the room. Make each word a sling, an arrow, a pointed dart of meaning expulsed from the inner well that seems to grow fuller the more you draw from it.
If, on the other hand, you are a young writer—or perhaps not even a writer or necessarily young, but someone simply trying to get by, to pass—you will face the scaffold with dread. The gulf between the roiling brew of ideas in your mind and the puny sticks you have been given to support your words is unbridgeable. How can this inadequate frame bear the weight of the wild and precious essence of your mind? 1-2-3-4-5. You may as well cut out your tongue.
Yet even the old writer recognizes the need to teach. So, smarty-pants, how would you do it? Exactly how did you learn to write?

First, you became a sponge, a bottomless pit, a well into which you poured the great language of many eras. Then, you became a master regurgitator. You copied My Friend Flicka. You imitated the voices and styles of Daphne DuMaurier, Virginia Woolf, William Faulkner, and, later, Robert B. Parker and Raymond Chandler. You wrote morning, noon, and night.
English 100 has neither the time nor patience for such a process. Nor may such a method even be appropriate for the casual student of writing. So—back to 1-2-3-4-5. Once there, however, you must think of a way to rescue the young writer from despair.
Tell the young writer: just begin. Say anything. Say the first ridiculous thing that comes to mind. Because isn’t beginning what stops most people cold? Once you put down the first word, the first thought, you eliminate the infinity of other paths you might have pursued. You commit. You are making this argument, and no other. You are telling this story. All others are lost. As you begin, you are simultaneously creating the single story you will tell and grieving the loss of stories untold. Mourning is the unwritten “6” of the five-paragraph form.
But you must make that first tap on the computer keyboard because the only way to finish the assignment is to start it. Your grades depend on it. Maybe even your whole future. This is the Real World, buddy; no amount of romanticizing by the misty-eyed old writer will make it otherwise.
And, if you don’t like the results, stay tuned for the next installment of this tutorial: HOW TO EDIT AN ESSAY.
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If I had another lifetime, I would take up the task of changing the way we approach the teaching of writing—and perhaps all teaching—in this country. Thankfully, many great teachers already have answered that call.
Kill the 5-Paragraph Essay in Inside Higher Ed
Is the Five-Paragraph Essay History? in Education Week Teacher
Writing, Unteachable or Mistaught? in The Becoming Radical
Sparks Fly Around the Table in Transition Times
Fault Lines of American Educational Policy & Practice in Transition Times
Note: This post also appeared as an article on LinkedIn.
Hi Audrey,
I met you at Susie Lindau’s Meet and Greet. I am an English and history teacher. I teach essay writing.
Maybe you can check out my blog if you need a blogging tip or two. That’s what I write about.
I brought you the link to my About page, so you can read more about my blog:
http://www.mostlyblogging.com/about/
Like Susie, I have regular networking events each month. Nice to meet you.
Janice
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Nice to meet you virtually! I am always looking for tips–I look forward to checking out your blog.
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Hi Audrey,
Thank you for replying. I will look forward to your visit.
Janice
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I didn’t realize you taught! I’m one of the writers who splashes paint on the wall to see what emerges. Love it!
Thanks for stopping by the party. It’s never too late to click on a few links. Tell them, “Susie sent me,” and they should click back here!
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Well I don’t actually teach writing in any formal way (though I do teach other things) and I occasionally find myself in the role of “teacher” when editing. Thanks for the party. I have found a few great new blogs to follow!
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That’s fantastic!
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I love how you’ve described the writing process through the medium of painting. Lately I’m digging deep into the meditative practice of photography–specifically, photo walks–and it strikes me how similar writing can be. In the sense that you need to know rules, but also when to break them. And thank you for reminding us that importance of starting. Yes!
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Thank you for coming by. I think part of the value of doing something again and again is that we internalize the rules and the process of knowing when to break them becomes much less intellectual and more gut. Not a bad place to be when you’re creating art.\
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great post found you at the link party!
http://www.danetigress.com
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Oh, I remember the dreaded essay! I’m stopping by from Susie’s. Thanks for bringing back memories of highschool. 🙂 I loved writing back then, too.
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I’m amazed the essay didn’t kill all desire to write 🙂
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LOL. It didn’t, but I certainly stay away from them now. 😉
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Hooray! I thought I was old, but just found out I was young. Thank you, Audrey. I learned to write the 5-paragraph essay. I passed my Subject A. I did well in Freshman English. Years later, when I tried to be a more creative writer – and thinker – I found I had to begin all over again. Suddenly, just reading my own post, I feel quite old. But thank you anyway, and thanks to all of today’s creative teachers everywhere.
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I think the only thing age has to do with it is the teaching style of the era. I was in elementary school at the tail end of the ’60s and into the early ’70s. I think teaching styles were loosening up a bit then. Though you always have to unlearn something. I had a creative writing teacher in college who said “never use the verb ‘to be'” and I spent a good five years writing in an extremely convoluted and unnatural way in an attempt to avoid saying any form of is, was, or were.
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