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Tag Archives: reflections
Lost But Now Found
On September 15, 2020, Dan Martin (a professor at Central Washington University) ironically tweeted that “Academia is reading a book & then forgetting that book ever existed. Regardless of what prompted this tweet, I’m guessing that most CRWP blog readers … Continue reading
He Said, “Yes”: President Davies Visits Pre-Service English Teachers to Discuss Writing OR A President Who Is a Writer, Part 2
On November 30, 2018, President Davies accepted an invitation to the final exam session of ENG 319: Composition Methods at Central Michigan University. The purpose of the visit was to talk about the urgent message he had sent to the … Continue reading
Why You Should Do a Writing Institute
Thunder rolled. The lightning stuck. And I woke up 40 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. Woke up widely with the same giddiness I feel upon waking on a party/big event day, or a painting/redecorating my house … Continue reading
New Role New Audience: My Experience of Moving from the High School to the College Classroom
This is the second in a series of posts by Angie Reid. You can read her first post here. William Shakespeare famously penned, “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players” in his famous poem, … Continue reading
Passions Are Powerful Conductors of the Future
After a tumultuous semester battling pneumonia and the recurrence of my mother’s cancerous tumor, I packed up my Hope College memorabilia and returned to my hometown, parental rules, and the familiar pink shag carpet my eleven-year-old self had loved. I … Continue reading