So, folks, I am about to embark on a new journey: teaching freshmen composition. I didn’t take freshmen comp as a fresh(wo)man myself ten long years ago, but tomorrow at 8 o’clock in the morning, I will find myself nervously standing in front of twenty-two also-nervous 18-year-olds, trying to get them to participate in an ice breaker they will despise.
I’m excited about getting to know this new little community, and I’m excited about the writing projects we use as part of the curriculum to help them develop as writers. Lucky for me, we talk a lot about community in this curriculum, and I think that’s pretty darn cool. They learn to analyze and write about communities and community issues–and they also learn to write for a community, rather than just for their instructors. I like it, for obvious reasons.
That said, I am also quite anxiety-ridden about the whole process, and as such, might be unreachable for a few days. Have no fear. I will return to Texas Schmexas soon.
Talk amongst yourselves.