Hello Readers!
How is your September unfolding? As you read this, I’m likely sitting at my desk in the Academic Support Center editing an early essay draft with a student not-so-secretly checking their texts beside me. I’m a few weeks into this fall semester both as a tutor and an adjunct professor for a (new to me) class—The Art of the Personal Essay.
At the beginning of summer, I wrestled with whether I should take a more permanent break from teaching. After seven years of teaching largely the same writing courses, I’m ready for a new challenge. By July, I decided to take the semester off teaching entirely until, less than a week before classes were set to begin, the director of the Creative Writing department asked me to teach a creative nonfiction course.
This was the course I dreamt of teaching years ago after I earned my MFA in creative nonfiction. However, life intervened with such dramatic force over the past few years that most of my professional dreams linger in the years behind me like passengers waiting for a train at an abandoned station. I haven’t thought about teaching creative writing for a long time.
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