I teach remedial composition at a nearby university. It's a working-class school with lots of commuters and part-timers and people scraping by just to buy books. At my school, no matter who you are and what your major is, you have to pass a writing proficiency class in order to graduate. If you fail that test, you can take my class!
My students are bright and hardworking. They just can't write. Almost all of them are immigrants or international students, so a lot of the problem is that their English is weak. But the bigger issue is that they just don't get writing. They don't break the world down into paragraphs or chapters. They don't see how a pause in a conversation could be visualized as ellipses or even periods. They haven't thought about how ideas can be like building blocks: Ideas need structure to stand up. Ideas need to fit together in order to make sense.
None of my students want to take my class. They want to take what they're good at: engineering, accounting, nursing, child development. They want to plow through their majors so they can move on to bright futures, and who can blame them. My credit/no-credit class doesn't even add to their GPA.
But I am dogged because I want them to have those bright futures, and if they can't write, they probably won't. Professionals write. Engineers write project reports. Teachers write lesson plans. Cops write narratives of events. If you manage people, if you communicate with people, you write -- now more than ever. I tell my students this. They listen, and sometimes they crumble a little because they believe me and they really want to succeed. They want it more than anything. They can taste it, and they have worked so hard just to be in my stinking remedial class that they hate. But they are in my stinking remedial class because they know all about failure, and so after they crumble, they pick up their pens and write, and they keep writing, and they keep writing. And I think, maybe, they are going places.