This semester is a little weird for me because I'm teaching two courses on essentially the same topic at the opposite ends of the higher education journey--one is a first year course and one is a graduate course. I'm excited to teach these courses as part of two new digital media curricular initiatives in my department. I love the challenge of creating new courses in my area of research, and it's pretty cool how the courses overlap with one another into a seamless digital media dork-out, but what's really making the semester so rewarding ... is the students.
So. I'm giving thanks to my students for:
- using internet anonymizers to send me reading material related to the course, for fun
- admitting they don't know what they're doing, and cheerfully asking for help to get better
- challenging me when they think I'm wrong
- measuring what we learn in class against what happens in the world
- showing up to a draft workshop even when their drafts aren't done, because they don't want to miss class
- coming to my office during office hours, just to talk to me
- volunteering answers even when they're not sure
- doing such damn good presentations
- taking it seriously
- taking it lightly
- laughing at my jokes
- being open to whatever class brings
- taking their scribbled-over first drafts home and writing kick-ass second drafts
- sharing a little bit of the story of their lives with me
I'm giving thanks to other peoples students for:
- talking about class in the hallway
- sitting in the sun declaiming poetry
- hunching together over a textbook solving equations together
- reading on the bus, while walking, in lineups, sitting on steps
Sometimes we see this student / teacher relationship as antagonistic. They complain about us, we complain about them, someone creates a crasher-squirrel / exam book mashup, and someone compiles a so-awful-it's-hilarious list of exam-answer howlers. There are reasons for all of this, of course. But I'm just really struck this week by how much energy, how much fun, how much smarts, how much talent, how much vulnerability, just how much students bring with them onto campus. Students, I like you guys. I don't want to be friends with you, necessarily, but working with you on this shared project of advancing our personal and collective knowledge? It is the Zippo that sparks my best jokes, my clearest explanations, my most careful editing, my most intriguing ideas. And for that, I thank you.
Still, crasher squirrel thinks you need to work on your penmanship!
[How about you, dear reader? If you are a student, please bask in the glow of the thanks; if you teach, do you have any inspiring story about why you too might give thanks for students?]