—Calvin Coolidge
***Normally my posts lend towards understanding how to access and be a part of that exclusive Professor Club and all that goes along with it. But in light of the season burning brightly upon us, I am venturing off my usual path, although, you might still see pieces of the writing instructor throughout. You’ve been warned.
Lights twinkling as the snow whips round-n-round.
Skinny peppermint mochas in Christmas red cups. Sitting wrapped in a snowman blanket with a cantstopreadingit kind of book. Friends sitting beside a blazing fire sharing memories of times past while nibbling on sugar cookies. Bing Crosby crooning about the wonder of a white Christmas in a way that only he can do. Trini dressed in a fuzzy pink hoodie that declares, “Snow Angel.”
Sled riding on cold snowy nights. Watching your favorite Christmas movie over and over again till you can recite it back and forth with your dad (“just remember who said it first…”). The season is upon us whether we are ready for it or not. For me, it’s been awhile where the season included looking out my window to see the snow gently falling and the wind keeping the temperature well below my version of comfortable. I forget how to dress for this weather, especially given that most of my winter clothes have long been sorted through various Goodwill’s. Snow boots, gloves, sweaters…excuse me?!? Most of my boots are for looks only, and the other day as I was unpacking my car from the latest drop of snow (with my broom because I still haven’t broken down to get a real scraper) I was stepping in 6 in. of snow with a pair of my favorite grey suede boots thinking, “my how times have changed.” Just last year I could barely wear my favorite boots because it was never cold enough now they are impractical for my current weather conditions. I never thought I’d be back to this kinda weather. Every time I stepped outside and my breath gets taken away, I close my eyes and picture my hot, humid Tallahassee summers. I would much rather sweat than be cold.
This is my winter song for you…
Are you ready for the season? A reasonable question to be sure…except what does it mean to be ready for the season? To some it may include all their shopping done with the presents wrapped and under the tree. To others it may include their house decorated from top to bottom in winter splendor. And to others, it may just include the reason for the season (no, I’m not talking about Old St. Nick). Recently at BT, I was reminded of a writing activity that I often ask my students to do (one that has been revised from a good friend of mine): write your own obituary, and in doing so, think about the ways you might be remembered. The writing activity has many layers of meaning starting with understanding the rhetorical situation (including the audience, constraints, genre, etc.), but it also asks students to think about the context surrounding their lives and the impact they have on others (which, of course, connects back to the rhetorical situation; I do love layered assignments. Am I a writing nerd or what?!). Traditionally when we do this assignment, we don’t really push past understanding the rhetorical situation (because an understanding of rhetorical situation is key to understanding a writing situation); however, I couldn’t help seeing the connection between the discussion at BT and the assignment, and it brought me close to the season at hand.
How do you want to be remembered? And more importantly, how will others actually remember you?
I’m currently back to a no sleeping phase (which many of you know has been pretty normal for me since I was about 18), so I do lots of thinking during the hours of 12:00 am and 3:00 am. Lately, I’ve been wondering these questions and wondering if, for myself, they match up. I’d like to think they do, but sometimes a lack of patience, a lack of understanding, a lack of tolerance might creep up and taint my inward/outward appearance. How often do we let a lack of XX influence our reactions and actions towards people, animals, situations, etc. It’s so easy to do. As an educator, I really try to have a sense of understanding with my students because not everyone grew up like me nor have they been influenced by the events in my life. I am lucky to be able to grow from my students’ experiences just as they can from mine. The hard part is to not feel the need to step on their experiences just because they didn’t experience life as I have. Honestly, this could not only influence their writing identity but their personal identity and that it not what my Ph.D. stands for (though many in my field may feel it is their civic duty to influence students in their, er, proper ways of the world). Hello, my dear readers: I am an educator of writing and an encourager of establishing a writing identity that students can carry with them.
In light of the season and a version of my writing assignment, here is what I would hope my epigraph might look like:Here lies an utterly happy woman who encouraged others with both her actions and her words, and who did so in fabulously kickin’ shoes—whether they were practical for the weather conditions or not.
As you continue on your season’s journey, I wish you the merriest of times and challenge you to live up to the epigraph leading your way.
