Be(com)ing a professor

My professors at the Graduate Center tell me that my work as a scholar and a new professor — I work as an adjunct at two colleges in the CUNY system — is a process of socialization, one which involves me becoming a professor as I learn, experience, and grow by doing. I love this idea. I think it speaks to what is most true about learning: that it is personal, meaningful but differently so according to where and who we each are, and transformative.

Tonight, my students showed me this, yet again. It’s been a fantastic class and a blessing in my life, one which I look forward to every week. Our last meeting tonight was a sad one for me, and I thanked them for everything the course has meant and all the great work they’ve done, as well the community we’ve built together. I handed out Self-Evaluation forms for my students to complete, as a means of reflecting on the semester and pulling together the ideas we’re taking away from class. Reading them on the way home, one comment struck me, and made me realize how far we’d all come together:

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I always thought that the highest compliment a teacher could receive was, “I loved this class” or “My teacher was the best.”

I stand corrected.

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The 38-year-old brain

More writing today, and my apologies for the self-indulgent posts. Too much of life in one day, somehow, and so my 38-year-old brain shut off mid-afternoon. Couldn’t try to study at the cafe where I was sitting — I’ve learned I can’t study in public with hipsters singing Eddie Money and making chai lattes — and couldn’t shake the feeling that while I can work and work and work, it’s still just humanness I’m wearing at the end of the day. Plain Jane, burning-rice-on-the-stove, humanness.

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Here’s me and all of us, carrying the thing we carry, a devil behind, the moon beyond. What dreams stand to be gained? What histories whisper to us to stop, and weep?

Finalzzzzz…

No post tonight, not because I haven’t been loyal to my commitment to write for 365 days starting on October 1st, but because I don’t have anything like a blog post to share. Working on a research proposal for a critical discourse analysis within the research paradigm of participatory action research (PAR). It’s actually more fun than it sounds…which maybe isn’t saying much.

Here’s an image to enjoy in the meantime. I look just like this sitting on my couch tonight.

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Good luck to everyone else in the midst of finals at the moment.

Day of thanks-action

A silly title for what I hope will be a simple post. It’s Thanksgiving, though in Spain (and perhaps other hispanoparlante parts of the world) the holiday is called “Día de Acción de Gracias.” As in, getting your thanks on.

Since this is an education blog (see About), I am taking a moment to be thankful to some of the people in my life who have been educators in my life.

I want to thank my mom for reading my blog. She is an amazing mother, and even when she doesn’t have time or energy for herself, she always has both for me.

I want to thank my family and friends for supporting and loving me through my moves to Spain, my tattoos and piercings, my punk hairstyles, my uncertain love life, and my many other changes. I have learned from you through tough conversations, losses, and surprisingly strong bonds through hard times.

And I want to thank my 91-year-old grandma who today reminded me that no matter how serious and important I think my writing, work, or career should be, all I need to do is look at the tie she gave me as a gift for the holiday:

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I mean, what else do you need to know when you have a frog yoga tie to keep things in perspective? Thanks, Grandma.

And thanks to everyone who reads. I am learning as I write and you are a part of that. It’s an honor to know you’re out there.

Two minutes to go…

I’m supposed to post something every day. It was the commitment I made.

But honestly, I’m exhausted.

It’s hard to sound smart on a perpetual basis. And sometimes I don’t have ideas to share. Sometimes I literally just sit there for hours and watch Buzzfeed videos until I get fed up with myself and go clean the bathroom.

I am doing my PhD and so I’m supposed to be smart, insightful, thoughtful, unusual…

…one minute to go…

I am hoping to be great one day. I am hoping all of this work and debt and more work and solitude and lack of contact with regular people will pay off. God I hope so. Am I supposed to be great? Am I supposed to be doing this?

If I had one week left. what would I do with it?

Hang out with my family. There, I said it. I’m not an academic. I’m just human.

I’m too tired to be profound today. And maybe that makes me the most real person I can be. Or maybe it just makes me a regular person for once, not someone trying to sound smart talking about “discourse” and “frameworks” and what-not. Im’ still where I came from, right? I’m still rooted to my moments in my day and not just my output, my critical mass, my end result…right?