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The Blue Guide to Fresno
Assignment Guidelines: Using Michael Martone’s The Blue Guide to Indiana as our model, we will be working together to create a Blue Guide to Fresno and the Central Valley. This means we will discuss how Martone’s book is written and for your mid-term project, you will be imitating the form and style of the book. Each member of the class will be required to contribute at least 3 entries to the project (approx. 750 words each), one of which must be “true” or “factual” (sort of like two lies and a truth). Click here to continue reading.
From Wordstar to the Blogosphere and Beyond: A Digital Literacy and Teaching Narrative (Epiphany Included)
"I was coming to understand that what I needed to do in my creative writing classes, while focusing on essential issues of craft and art, was to establish in my students the kind of mindset that would enable them to succeed in a 21st century literary context without actually teaching them technological skills (which would probably be outdated by the end of the course anyway). That is, my students would need to become the kind of lifelong learners who could teach themselves those skills, competencies that would change according to their own situations and contingencies for the rest of their lives." Click here to continue reading.
That Snow Simply Didn’t Fall: How (and Why) to Frame the Personal Essay as a Critical Inquiry into Memory in the First-Year Writing Classroom
I begin with the snow story, my earliest memory: I am a tiny person—two years old? three?—and in my bulky pink snowsuit, I rock on the brown plastic horse that hangs from the swing set in our South Jersey backyard. Beneath me, the snow is several feet deep, up to the horse’s belly. I am alone until Aaron, the older boy nobody likes from across the street, appears and gives me a shove that knocks me down into the snow. Not unlike the younger brother in A Christmas Story, I roll around for a long time, unable to stand up. No one comes to help. The snow turns to ice water, seeping through my mittens. I am crying. Click here to continue reading.