I just added a link to my husband’s blog, So The Journey Begins, to my list of More Great Stuff: Human Edition. After he sent me the link, I had to open it so I could copy and paste the URL, and I started rereading his posts. I laughed, a lot (if you know my husband, you can probably guess at least a few of the reasons, and if you don’t, you should go read his blog, because it feels so good to laugh). I laughed so hard that I cried, more than once. After I got myself under control and wiped my face, though, I started to think about how much has changed in the last two and a half years; for both of us, but especially for him.
Monthly Archives: March 2013
I’m taking a class called Composition Pedagogies this semester. Basically, we’re learning about how to teach Freshman or First-Year Composition classes. Well, not so much of how in a day-to-day sense of “this is how the computer system works,” or even “these are the kinds of things you should be teaching.” So far, we’ve been looking at some of the different “big picture” ideas of what Freshman Comp. is for, as in, “what purpose does it serve?” I thought I would have trouble with this, because as a high-school teacher, we’re already told what purpose our classes serve, which is to meet or exceed the state’s pre-determined objectives. I’m learning, though, that within that, there’s still a lot of room for “big picture” ideas, because, since there’s no way to cover every objective (I wish I had a source for this, but someone once told me that they had read an article in which someone had done a time-and-motion study with Oklahoma’s Priority Academic Student Skills, and found that the objectives for Junior English would take 250 clock-hours to teach to mastery, and what we have is 175 50-minute class periods, assuming class isn’t canceled or shortened for a pep assembly or a fire drill or something), teachers have to decide for themselves what is most important for their students to learn.
I dreamed of home last night. Walked down the halls of my elementary school and saw the smiles of my former teachers. Saw the pride in their eyes when I told them I was moving back from Oklahoma, finally, to work on my Ph.D. Told them I was majoring in English Composition and Rhetoric, and that I want to focus on Freshman Composition. Saw the pride again when I told them I’d taught high school, and married a wonderful man. Saw the tears form when I told them how happy I was, and heard them say how happy they were for me. They’d always hoped I’d be happy someday. It’s the cold truth that I usually wasn’t, when I’d been a student there. I don’t remember much else about the dream, but I do remember how I felt: I felt at peace, happy, and at home.
…was a girl, and the girl is me.
How to summarize thirty-two busy years, so that we’re all on the same page here? I’m not sure, really. So I’m going to cheat a bit, and copy something from my Facebook profile that may provide some insight. Because I can never seem to let well enough alone (more on that later), I’ve done a bit of updating as well.