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Statement of
Teaching Philosophy |
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I
love those light bulbs that go off over someone’s head in a cartoon.
I’ve seen
it happen in my classroom every semester. Those light bulbs signify
moments
when my writers are succeeding. Maybe they’re getting in touch with an
idea, or
figuring out why it’s important to consider “audience.” Maybe it’s just
the
moment when they first look into a poem and are able to draw meaning
that goes
beyond the surface. Regardless, suddenly something makes sense to them.
“Writing is good,” I can almost hear them say. “Thinking is good.” Regardless
of the course, I think we have to offer our writers a
multi-disciplinary
experience. We should open their minds to texts and ideas from a
variety of
sources—not just multicultural, but also multi-generational,
multi-modal, etc.
We can separate the good from the bad, the truthful from the false, the
well
intentioned from the mean-spirited, but in order to learn they have to
be
exposed to texts and ideas of all kinds. To that end, I include
readings in my composition
classes from a wide variety of disciplines. I’ve taught texts as
diverse as
famed scientist B.F. Skinner’s Walden Two (about a
utopian community), and Robert Pirsig’s long
psychological
meditation, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle
Maintenance. If a student is struggling with the notion of his or
her own
spirituality, I get out the Diamond Sutra.
If a writer wonders about his or her own free will, I get out some
William
James. Thankfully, I went to school when it was still okay to stumble
around
from major to major. I trekked through Philosophy, Psychology, and
Sociology on
my way to English and the Liberal Arts. It was a great trip, and I try
to help
my writers and thinkers do something similar, even those who are in
strict
programs that don’t allow much wandering. They
need to read, think, discuss, and write. And they need to be in an
environment
that welcomes all of it. In all of my writing courses, regular
workshopping and
conferencing are keys. I want my writers to understand that their texts
come at
the end of a process. We discuss topics, set about our tasks, but keep
coming
back to a developing set of readers for help. On my own, in
conferencing, I can
help focus each writer on his/her words, the things already
accomplished, the
things still in need of help. At
some point, the semester ends and the students leave. I don’t care if
they
remember me, but I hope they remember the experience. I hope they
remember the
opportunities I gave them, and the encouragement I offered. I hope that
the
next time they have to interact with the world, whether it is in the
real
world, or elsewhere in the academy, they’ll be better prepared to
handle the
exhilarating but sometimes confusing world of communicating. “What do I
believe? How do I say it so others will understand? What does this
mean? How
can I make manifest my own understanding of these texts and ideas?” I
don’t watch with sadness as they go. I know there is a new group, and I
am
ready for them. June 2010 |