• Confessions of a Community College Dean

    In which a veteran of cultural studies seminars in the 1990s moves into academic administration and finds himself a married suburban father of two. Foucault, plus lawn care.


Cub Reporters

New school reports.


September 11, 2015

The kids had their first day of school in their new town this week. I needn’t have worried; they’re resilient and likable, and immediately clicked with new classmates.  The Girl, entering sixth grade, was excited to have Drama Club, Model UN, and STEM Club as options. (As a veteran of Model UN, I’ll admit to some parental pride on that one. To this day, I can’t hear “point of information?” without flashing back.) The Boy has already joined the marching band, and is planning to join cross-country for the fall and basketball for the winter.

I had to smile at the difference between the first-day reports, though. The Girl, eleven, gave a twenty-minute play-by-play, with details, names, and impressions.  The Boy, fourteen, just smiled and said that someone farted in Biology. He considered that a full report.

Further bulletins as events warrant...


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