My speech had to do with the kind of education I feel these students deserve, with writing as a means to participate in community life, and with knowledge as something that you make for yourself. It's a little sentimental, but I do often feel kind of sentimental at the end of a semester, after having read the students' writing in various iterations and had so many conversations with them. I will miss the baseball cap boys and the just-about-missionaries, the back-to-school moms and the girls who work at fight clubs who are about to become nurses.
However, I will not miss them enough to pine over them when this summer I:
- cook inspired meals from fresh produce
- take naps
- read books, actual books
- write poems
- write an article about poetry reading and the counter-productive teaching practices of English departments
- write an article about extreme rhetoric
- paint pictures
- make books, and
- make King Bruiser, the first film of what I am sure will be a whole new movie career.
And of course, I will blog.