Nearly a month went by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I found that teaching writing classes not only involved lots of time grading papers but also focused my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but was not focusing in the short run on material I wanted to post here. Finally, in the month of July, I managed to resume my average of one post per day for the month. I plan to surpass that volume from here on out. What I post here, combined with my daily writing in journals, is mostly fine-tuning what I hope to publish in a memoir about my experiences in education as student, parent, teacher, supporter and critic.
Meanwhile, I am still available for guiding local nature hikes. Contact me at email@example.com to inquire about rates and parameters of time, distance, and personal needs regarding matters of health and fitness.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
In academia, we talk about metacognition. Even spell checkers don't recognize the word. Maybe that's why it exists - sort of like a secret handshake. One of my sons knows well how I wrestle with the ups and downs of trying to teach college students to think. He finds images and statements like these two during his late night net surfing and forwards them to me. I don't know if he thinks they'll help my teaching, or if he's just trying to tease me. Ignorance is not "bliss."
Speaking of brains, is there hope for people who sport bumper stickers like "Keep the government out of my Medicare"? Probably not. I think that on my early morning walk up to my office, I will go slow and pay particular attention to the Ravens, Grey Squirrels, Oak Treehoppers, and much else that lies along the path. That always restores my hope.