Willingness to get on the big scary ride at the carnival, no fear, no whining, all guts.
Righteous fists raised to convey the dazzling power we grab through learning.
It only makes sense that the commons we create, creates us back.
Teaching. It happens even when we don’t know it or understand it.
I‘m a teacher. I teach. I’m into teaching thinking and stretching and breathing.
Not making connections across academic boundaries–that sucks.
Good to know I’m not alone–I got my commons, and my commons has got my back.
Alone no more because I have no borders; I’m surrounded by no seas; I feel no disconnection; I am no island.
Commons-base peer production. I’m into it.
Reading across the curriculum is as important as writing across the curriculum. I mean it.
One. Singular sensation. Every little step she takes. One. Thrilling combination. Every move that she makes. One smile and suddenly nobody else will do. You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who. One moment in her presence, and you can forget the rest, for the girl is second best to none, son. Oooh. Sigh. Give her your attention. Do I really have to mention? She’s the one. Elizabeth Gilbert.
Students.
Students.
Taking our words and freely letting go of our hold of them so they may see their true potentials.
Helping bridge disciplinary gaps–oh yeah–that’s what we’re all about: dancing smoothly around in every discipline we can imagine–just to spread the word, and the word is an acronym: WAC.
Exhausted by working too much, too long, too hard trying to see how everything is connected; maybe, perhaps, occasionally, once in awhile, sometimes fission is better than fusion.
Communicating across the curriculum. That matters, too.
Uhriah Heep is the best worst villain ever. (Sorry, you know how I feel about Dickens.)
Reiterative processes happen a lot, in writing, in decision-making, in learning.
Right. I mean: write.
Inquiry across disciplines–what couldn’t be done weaving through disciplines?
Crossing borders, boundaries, disciplinary lines.
Under pressure always, but we can dream of being graceful despite that, right?
Like this. (Or is it wrong to like one’s own text?!)
Unusual growth happened to me this summer because I was part of this course on writing across the curriculum–8 weeks of insane growth–mind imploding, soul soaring, spirit stirring, attitude adjusting.
My gratitude knows no bounds–thank you, students and friends, all of you who made this one of the best eight weeks of teaching/learning I’ve ever had.
write across this_________ 