Tricksy somehow manage to cut two teeth without G or I realizing what was happening. More power to her, so let's give three cheers for a child who can cut those first teeth without incredible pain. I don't know if this means that she has a high tolerance for pain, or if it was simple dumb luck (I'm inclined toward the latter), but I'm grateful. (I'm also not counting my chickens. The first two were the MOST painful for Squiss, but there's no reason for that pattern to hold. Tricksy's doing her best to make her own path in the world -- not easy for younger siblings -- and I'm all for it.)
The other milestone is mine, actually. We had a meeting on Friday -- a Faculty Forum, it's called -- to discuss the proposed Strategic Plan. This is essentially forms our institutional blueprint for (first) a capital campaign and (second) what we do with the money we get from the capital campaign. And I stood up and opened my mouth.
I've done this a couple of times in front of the full(ish) faculty: on the floor of a faculty meeting last year, to announce a new Writing Center initiative; and at a faculty meeting this spring, to discuss whether or not to change the time slot of the first-year seminar. Both went fine, although I wasn't at my best. And in both cases, they felt like fairly small or obvious things, somehow. They were moments when I felt as though I could NOT speak, so I spoke.
The purpose of Friday's meeting was for faculty (and staff?) to give the faculty committee on the draft document. I had two comments:
- Where the bleep is writing?!?!!!
- Don't you think we should think about subsidies for childcare under the general rubric of "Health and Wellness"?
I've written here (and here) about the latter. One nice thing about my comment was that it catalyzed a small outpouring of comments about the situation of staff (underpaid, many dead-end jobs, etc.) at the College.
The writing piece is separate. (Although, shortly after I sat down and stopped shaking from nerves, I realized that there actually was a connection: in talking about writing I was implicitly [well, almost explicitly] talking about how hard I work; in talking about childcare subsidies I was talking about what makes it logistically possible, if not always emotionally easy, for me to work so hard.)
In fall of 2004, the faculty here voted to 1) do away with a required writing placement exam and 2) the remedial basic writing course those who failed the exam were required to take. They also voted to create my job, in part so that I could give the faculty teaching the first-year seminar "expert" guidance on how to teach writing. These were all good decisions. (Although the following spring they also voted to do away with an upper-level writing-intensive requirement. That wasn't such a good decision.) Part of the logic of the first two decisions was the notion that writing isn't a simple skill that, once learned, merely needs to be praticed. (I.e., it ain't like riding a bike.) Another part of that logic was the idea that, therefore, teaching writing should be the province of all faculty at this small elite college where faculty really care about undergraduate learning and think that assigning lots of writing and giving lots of feedback on it are ways to foster that learning.
But, somehow, between fall of 2004 and spring of 2007, writing dropped out of the College's statements about its missions and plans. Part of this is my fault, since when I arrived in fall of 2005 the then-Associate Dean kept pushing me to "think big" about writing at the College in order to get things into the Stategic Plan. Yeah, I just got here, I don't know anything about this place, and I'm supposed to what?? There also weren't obvious places for my kinds of suggestions to fit in the various ways the discussions about the Strategic Plan were happening. (Not to mention a weird fixation on physical centers -- it seemed as though everyone wanted a building to hang their ambitions on.)
So. I got up on Friday and said, basically, "where's writing?" I pointed out that there seemed to be an assumption that writing was taken care of, that things or (ahem) a person had been put into place who would "fix" the "writing problem." I explained that things had grown a lot in the last two years and that -- as pleasant as it was sometimes to imagine otherwise -- I didn't see the growth rate slowly down for another five. So, please. I need an Associate Director. I need more space for the Writing Center. In essence, I can't do this alone. (Segue to my next point: I need money to help pay for childcare. Because I can't do this alone.)
I got a few laughs, at the right places, so that seems to have gone well. And a couple of people told me later in the day that they'd liked what I'd said about childcare. And we'll see. We'll see what goes into the final report. And then we'll see what happens when the folks in the Development office hit the money trail. It's a long road ahead, but aren't they all?
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