Higher Education Webinars
April 2, 2007 - 10:06am
Mrs. Churm was on Capitol Hill last week with NAFSA: Association for International Educators to help raise congressional awareness of the importance of cultural exchange and to give another award to a senator.
March 29, 2007 - 1:22pm
I planned at the start of this blog to have occasional guest writers, and today I'm pleased to bring you a dispatch from the first one, a young English teacher currently in South Korea. Enjoy! --Churm
March 26, 2007 - 5:15pm
University English departments have splintered into literature, film studies, cultural studies, linguistics, rhetoric/writing studies, and business/technical writing divisions, each with its own course rubric and catalog, and each with its assigned seat at the
March 23, 2007 - 12:03am
My Dear Mrs. Churm, On your birthday, I looked long and hard for something to convey my feelings anew, after all these years. Something for my partner, wife, the mother of our beautiful boys. Something tender and poetic.
March 22, 2007 - 9:41am
On campuses everywhere, the entire week before any break should be set aside for these kinds of colloquies:
March 20, 2007 - 1:24am
That’s the headline of the world’s most successful advertisement, regardless of product—or would be, if someone had the courage to use it, said one of my former roommates, the director of a corporate art department. Well, now it’s been done.
March 16, 2007 - 8:25am
If you read my stuff, you know I’m a delicate flower—exquisitely sensitive—and a lover, not a fighter. But a self-reflective teacher has to be aware of his or her vibe in the classroom.
March 11, 2007 - 10:25pm
Is burnout a big force, like depression or exhaustion? Or is it an “incremental perturbation,” as John Barth calls drama, the accumulation of minor irritations and petty indignities until one day the thermostat clicks and the furnace of grievance fires up? Maybe burnout is something more mysterious and ineffable. Maybe jobs have hidden life-cycles based on natural laws, and human animals can sense their impending deaths, even when our conscious minds insist everything’s great: “Dave’s got a birthday, and we’re all going out to that Mexican place!” “Ooh! Margaritas!”
March 9, 2007 - 1:54am
My cohort in the Miami MFA was a bit older and more diverse than others. We had among us a Barbadian schoolteacher, a South African whose ancestor was head of the Voortrekkers and was killed by Zulus, two women from local Cuban families, and a California poet who rode his K-Mart bicycle in heavy Miami traffic—knees up around his ears, ponytail streaming in the wind—and stopped to nibble hallucinogenic flowers from people’s shrubs.