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23 December 2007

and . . . peace

In the ten years that G and I have been together, this is the first Christmas we've spent at home without a deluge of out-of-town guests.  The single other time we stayed home, we planned a deeply mellow holiday with my stepbrother and his wife (two of our closest friends).  Once they heard the four of us were gathering in one place, our parents joined in, bringing along a newly arrived international post-doc.  So much for mellow.

This year, after five family trips to the east coast in 2007, G and I decided that we couldn't and wouldn't do it.  Two years ago (our first on the west coast), we hopped and skipped around the northeast, hitting every significant familial center of gravity.  Last year, we managed to stay in a single spot for the two weeks we were there, but everyone came to us for 2-3 day stints, so it was great but exhausting once again.  We invited anyone who wanted to come and see us this time, but for a variety of reasons no one took us up on the offer.  So it's just our family, in our house.

Yesterday, G and Tricksy went to the farmer's market and Squiss and I walked to town.  We had a delightfully pokey pace, hitting the post office and the bank, and also spending some time in a toy store so that she could choose a gift for Tricksy.  (She'd gotten 17 cents out of her piggy bank that morning to help pay for it.)  We did make one hellish excursion grocery shopping in the late afternoon -- in part to marshal les treize desserts -- but otherwise stayed home.  Today was similar.  This time, I took Tricksy on errands and G and Squiss took her GliderRider to the playground in the morning.  In the afternoon, Squiss and I worked long and hard on gingerbread cookies.  G's gotten striped bass and various delightful ingredients for dinner tomorrow night, and so we're thinking that we're done for stores until after the holiday.

I'm not thinking about MLA until Wednesday morning, when I have to pull things together to pack and leave.  And I'm not thinking about my various other work projects until January.  Amazingly enough, things aren't pricking me as they normally would.  This time, at least, I've managed to find the bubble of holiday/vacation time that so often eludes me.  Perhaps it's being in my own house, with only my immediate family.  Perhaps it's a relieved sense that this hellish semester is finally over.

The fire is going in the newly cleaned chimney, and I can hear G's voice murmuring as he reads Squiss her bedtime book.  May you all find a bubble of peace these holidays, and through it the energy to look forward to the new year.

21 December 2007

etymology, of a sort

This morning at breakfast, Squiss wondered aloud how Santa can hear you.  I responded that I wasn't really sure, to which she replied, "I think that it's because he has a magical mind."

Sure, I said, that makes sense.

"But not the dug kind," she continued.

Huh?

It turned out that she was hearing "mine" and "mind" as the same word, and so was distinguishing Santa's magical mind from the gold mine we toured in September.  Got it.  I overpronounced both so that she could hear the difference.

"I wonder why European-Americans called them mines," she then mused.  "Maybe it's because they dug them and didn't want anyone else to use them!"

A functionalist in the making.

breathe

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  If you really care about my full to-do list for the end of the semester, you can check it out, but the main thing I need to say right now is that I just turned in my grades.

This means that I get to go grab and lunch and then rush back to write my MLA paper.  Since otherwise I'll be writing it 1) very late at night this weekend, 2) on the plane on Wednesday, 3) very frantically Thursday morning.  None of those is appealing, but I'm not sure that this afternoon is going to be enough time to finish.  Wish me luck.

Random notes from this semester's round of portfolios:

  • I let students revise one of their papers from the semester to include in their final portfolios.  I haven't done this in years, and, in fact, I'm never going to do it again.  Only three students took me up on the offer, but only one if them substantially improved her paper (and therefore seemed to learn from the experience) and it made my final grading process a lot more time-consuming and messy.  So from now on, I'm going to stick to my guns: better to put that energy into writing a kick-ass final paper than trying to write the final paper and revise an earlier paper at the same time.
  • I have students write an "end-of-term reflection" where they look back at old papers and describe how their writing changed over the course of the semester.  These are incredibly moving to read, and some students wrote more than three pages.  I think that this is important -- and I tell them this -- because learning naturalizes.  If they're going to capitalize on what they've learned and transfer it to new contexts and classes, they need to actually identify it.  (If you want to know the questions I use to guide their reflections, leave me a note in the comments and I'll post'em some time in the new year.)
  • The down side is that this makes me feel that I need to write each of them a letter that responds to the reflection piece, in addition to my final grades.  I'm not happy about that, but I've made my piece with that additional burden.

20 December 2007

I should open a deli . . .

with all the sandwiches I've had to serve this semester.

An only somewhat random example ...

Dear Writing Director,

You know that decision you made about something, the one you sent through all the appropriate bureaucratic channels last spring and was then approved by a vote of the full faculty?  Well, some of us weren't really paying attention, but we care a lot now and thought you might change your mind.

Sincerely,

Your Colleague


19 December 2007

bowing before the altar of the child illness gods

I am sorry that I have not been properly appreciative of your generosity to me and my household over the past three months, oh powerful ones.

I am sorry that last night I forgot to make my offerings, since Tricksy genuinely seemed to have gotten over her fever and to be ready to return to school today.

I am sorry that I have underestimated you, and therefore seemed to have taken the health of my children for granted.

Please, oh powerful ones, accept my humble and sincere apologies.  I have realized the error of my ways.  Please understand, oh powerful ones, that grades are due shortly, that I have to finish my MLA paper, and that G has many things to complete before the end of the calendar year.  Please understand, and let Tricksy's fever and runny nose and cough subside into nothingness by morning, as though they had never been.

If you will but grant me this, I vow that I will never, never neglect to thank you for your many kindnesses to me and my household again.  I will make regular offerings, and will always remain aware that our general good health is simply a sign of our good fortune in being favored by you.

cue the Hallelujah Chorus

and a huge sigh of relief: the new staff position has been approved, and we can start searching for someone to start July 1, 2008.

14 December 2007

feminism and motherhood

It turns out that when you lean really heavily on something that you've already written to write a conference paper, and when said conference paper is going to be held absolutely, positively to its time limit, it's relatively easy to get the draft of the first two-thirds of it done.  (I can't really write the final third until next week, after I've met with the Director of Institutional Research, since she's analyzing the data for me.  I'm also pretty sure that that final third is going to be a bitch to write, so please don't hate me now.)  This kind of thing often doesn't work for me, but this time my MLA paper is reporting on a pilot program of courses that we ran last spring and the study of student writing that we did to assess the program.  Both the grant proposal I wrote earlier this fall (for more funding for the study) and the MLA paper have to describe the local conditions and the pilot program itself -- which I've had to write up before (to propose the program, to report on it in my annual report last spring, etc.).  While they're doing so to different audiences (SLAC for the former, WPA for the latter), the essential building blocks are the same.

Papers are trickling in, as are the course evaluations for the first-year seminars.  (I really like seeing the students from my first-year seminar at the end of the semester.  There's something triumphant about getting through the first semester of college, and it's nice to get to celebrate that with them.)  I'll turn to the papers on Monday and spend two days in a complete grading vortex.  Then I'll turn back to the MLA paper on Wednesday, finishing it by Friday so that I can enjoy a few days of real holiday time with G and the girls before heading off to Chicago in late December.

In the mean time, I want to work through my answers to these questions from bluemilk.

How would you describe your feminism in one sentence? When did you become a feminist? Was it before or after you became a mother?

I often resist definitions, but I think that my feminism rests on three intertwined convictions: that gender is and must be a primary analytic lens ("a" not "the," mind you); that all people have what Martha Nussbaum calls "Central Human Functional Capabilities" and that societies, cultures, and governments are unjust if they systematically block individuals' access to resources that allow them to develop those capabilities; and that I want my daughters to grow up and live in a world where notions of "appropriate for girls" and "appropriate for women" aren't really operative -- and particularly aren't limiting.

It's hard for me to remember a time when I didn't believe these things -- perhaps not quite in these words -- but I know that my arrival at college coincided with a significant feminist awakening.  At my undergrad. institution, we called female students "women" rather than "girls," and that was a dramatic shift for me.  In addition, that fall was the most active period on campus in my entire four years there around issues of sexual violence.  There was a lot of publicity around issues of rape and sexual harrassment, and a number of "Take Back the Night" events.  It was a huge eye-opener.


What has surprised you most about motherhood?

I'm really not sure.  All of it and yet none of it.  Perhaps how difficult it is to strike balances of all different kinds.

How has your feminism changed over time? What is the impact of motherhood on your feminism?
I'm much more oriented on questions of the future than I used to me, and much more aware of how coded all kinds of expectations and ideas are.  Perhaps most of all, feminism is now about a strange third category for me.  It isn't simply about my choices  -- about how I live my life, about kinds of activism -- it's also about how to help my daughters fight resist an incredibly gendered culture of childhood.  It's not unlike the impact teaching had on my feminism since, in this instance at least, my role as a teacher and my role as a mother have significant similarities.

What makes your mothering feminist? How does your approach differ from a non-feminist mother’s? How does feminism impact upon your parenting?

I think that I worry about the effects of popular culture more than the less-feminist parents I know, and try to establish more of a bulwark against them.  I'm also aware of providing a feminist model in the ways that I try to balance career/vocation and family -- a career that 's just as important to our family as G's.  And while dividing parenting is a neverending process, we work hard to share it equally: we're both engaged with our daughters' schools, we share cooking and food-shopping, we alternate who puts them to bed, and so on.  All of those choices are ones that I think of as feminist.  They're also the only thing that makes sense for who G and I are as people and as a couple.

Do you ever feel compromised as a feminist mother? Do you ever feel you’ve failed as a feminist mother?

I don't quite know how to separate these from feeling compromised or like a failure more generally.  G was away for four days a couple of weeks ago during an incredibly busy time for me, at the end of an utterly exhausting semester.  I always struggle with patience, and I failed completely in the kinds of patience I needed with the girls during those days.  That's a failure on all counts, to my mind, although I also wonder if it isn't important for the girls to see that sometimes Mama is tired and overwrought by daily life -- so that their expectations for themselves don't insist on seamless perfection
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Has identifying as a feminist mother ever been difficult? Why?

No.  It's too much at the center of things, I think.  I'm also lucky to be in an environment where most of the people I know and see regularly have parenting values that are similar to mine.  Perhaps the stickiest wicket is with the parents' of some of my daughter's friends, who are imprinting a very different kind of femininity on those girls than I want to on mine.  I try to go with gently identifying differences, and so far that seems to be working.  The princess thing is one of the hardest to negotiate, as I've written about here before.

Motherhood involves sacrifice, how do you reconcile that with being a feminist?

I think that being a social being involves certain kinds of sacrifice; feminism, for me, doesn't mean an automatic free pass from difficult choices -- choices that at times involve sacrifice.  I guess I'd refer to Nussbaum's capabilities list, for one avenue toward reconciliation.  But I'd also worry if I felt that I was sacrificing more than G, and I don't think that's the case.  We've both made choices.  We're both constantly balancing all kinds of demands and desires and priorities.

If you have a partner, how does your partner feel about your feminist motherhood? What is the impact of your feminism on your partner?

He's right there with me.  I think that our choices require certain kinds of awareness and self-consciousness in him, but I think that overall those are awarenesses and areas of self-consciousness that he's drawn to, anyway.  A case in point, that's about partnering as much as parenting: when we got married, we both changed our names.  And there was never a moment when he thought that I should simply change my last name to his.

If you’re an attachment parenting mother, what challenges if any does this pose for your feminism and how have you resolved them?

While there are elements of the philosophy that fit with my mothering, I don't really fit the category. 


Do you feel feminism has failed mothers and if so how? Personally, what do you think feminism has given mothers?

I think that feminism has given mothers -- and women -- a better sense of options, and I hope a sense of the struggle and balance that any set of choices embody.  I worry that certain strands of feminism have difficulty reconciling the complexity of people's lives, and that the critical judgment necessary for activism can sometimes collapse into a judgmental attitude that divides unnecessarily and counter-productively.

13 December 2007

play and language

Squiss will periodically need a break from dinner about two-thirds of the way through (often before her salad course) to go around the table and give everyone a hug.  In the last week or so, this morphed into a tickling game: she goes around the table and first gets tickled and then tickles (or pretends to tickle) everyone else. 

In the last week, Tricksy has decided she needs to get into the action.  She now goes around the table, getting us all one by one, scrabbling her hand on our knees or near our stomachs, with an incredibly expectant expression: "iggkle? iggkle?"  She's only satisfied once we burst into giggles because, of course, she's tickling us.

I'm interested in this in part because Squiss didn't do it at the same age.  She did the rounds to get tickled, which Trix does, as well: coming up close to be tickled, only to back away cackling once it starts; and then, of course, coming close again.  (As Squiss says at such moments: "She loves it so much she wants me to stop!"  Not a great concept, and yet in this instance accurate.)

But this adoption of the position of the tickl-er rather than simply the tickl-ee is striking.  Some of it we can attribute to observation of the older sibling: she's seen Squiss do both, so why shouldn't she assume that she can do the same?  But some of it may also just be Tricksy.

Communication update: she's got "all gone" now, as well as "mine," "no," and various things that parents, teachers, and a big sister can recognize as words, although I'm not sure that anyone else would be able to.  (apple, egg, dolly, dog, owl)  And apparently when someone snatches something from her at daycare, she says, "No!" and then makes the sign for "stop!"

11 December 2007

accomplishments

No word on that new staff position yet.  Things have gotten even less clear about when I will hear, too.

I'm moving this list up here, in part to brag about what I've accomplished in the last week and in part because re-writing the list will let me orient on what needs to be done over the course of this week.  Classes just ended for the semester, which means that I have to focus on grading (but not yet) and writing.

Here's the list:

  • write MLA paper
  • grade 14 11 3 FYS final papers
  • assign FYS final grades
  • read files for departmental search
  • 1 more department meeting
  • meet with Director of IR about data for MLA paper (follow-up to earlier meeting)
  • department meeting
  • meet with 7 1 students about various final papers, projects, application essays, and the like (and that's the ones I know about now!)
  • directors meeting to go over new staff evaluation process
  • read final week's reports from the Writing Center
  • grade 14 9 7 FYS research papers
  • respond to 4 3 2 thesis chapter drafts 
  • respond to Other Institution's Writing Center proposal (drafted; revised and sent)
  • teach 4 3 2 1 classes
  • grade 14 8 FYS research paper presentations
  • submit proposed 2008-09 budget for Writing Program
  • lead 5 1 meetings (with Head WC tutor, Director of IR, colleague covering for another colleague in the FYS, and with WC tutors doing a cool project with a science class)
  • draft hand-out for cool science writing project; revise it and make 100 copies
  • 1 faculty meeting
  • 1 meeting re. re-accreditation
  • 1 conference call to plan conference agenda for January
  • 1 brunch for the WC tutors at my house
  • meet with 8 2 1 advisees about courses for next semester
  • meet with Head WC tutor (weekly meeting)
  • meet with senior about her graduate school application essay
  • update and send recommendation for (mercifully!) 1 student (to five schools!)
  • dinner at the Dean of Students house with a group of first-years
  • 2 meetings (outside of office hours) with FYS students about final papers
  • attend colleague's talk at departmental colloquium

This will not be done by Dec. 23rd, but needs to be done as early in January as possible:

  • comment on 10 thesis chapters and prospectuses
  • plan session on assessment for January conference
  • grant proposal to professional organization for summer funding for SOW (study of writing)
  • grant proposal to home institution for summer funding for book project

10 December 2007

phone anxiety

I'm feeling the pain of all the job-seekers out there today.

Because today is the day that the Dean's Office will announce which proposed staff positions will be funded and, as you may have noticed, I have a lot riding on whether or not they'll fund the position I proposed.

So I'm waiting.  I tried turning my email off for a while, but that just becomes an excuse to fully pause and check rather than flicking my eyes up from these papers to see if any new mail has come in.

And waiting.