I am becoming slightly
more comfortable with feeling too directive. I see how right now—in what feels
like the season of BUSCOM [insert something here] letters—the demand calls for
a certain kind of consulting. There seem to be very few ways to be questioning in nondirective ways when the text in between a writer and I is 200
words in strict format. I tried, with a BUSCOM proposal (instead of a letter,
woot!) to ask some questions and the student just bluntly but kindly told me he
didn’t need that work and that he wanted grammar edits before it was due in an
hour. In that moment I realized that a consultant appropriately finds and
offers what the writer needs, and may suggest more—but that suggestion or
advice may not be taken.
It has been fun to
continue consultations and muse over the ways that it is both familiar and
foreign. Before it all started I was able to tell myself not to stress out
because it was a little like teaching, in the beginning I felt very teacher in
the directive nature of many consultations, and now I am just along for the
ride. Especially considering our admin meeting conversations about the culture
of the 303/503 course, I have always seen the need for such a place of discussion, encountering and contacting essential material, and problem solving
what we do in the writing center… but now I am even more thankful of it.
Consulting is a never-ending parade of new and different people and writers,
situations, variables, and consultations—just like you have continued to tell
us. Discovering this to be true myself has been fun and engaging. I see the
ways I think about and teach writing evolving, and even though it is a little
nerve-wracking to shake up something that has been so constant for me it is so necessary.
So my class and I had a
Halloween party today and I regret none of it. I did some necessary lecturing
and then we played a kahoot.it game while eating their fantastic baking and snacks.
My costume for the party was a wizard trying to pass as a muggle and then I
subbed for Skyler’s class in those odd clothes. By the time the morning
teaching was over I was exhausted, went home, and fell asleep until right
before the admin meeting—which was why I was several minutes late (sorry). But
then I realized, sitting in that meeting today still groggy, that I couldn’t
imagine being anywhere but there with that group of people trying to solve the
world’s problems. I feel this way a lot when I get to sit down with all of the
second year cohort and we are doing silly things—just a deep and grateful sense
of finding the right place, people, and time.
Because the writing center
is filled with all of the best
people. I never feel uncomfortable asking questions or telling stories or just
hanging out. On Thursday Ryenne and I were talking about discourse community analysis
papers and I learned that she was the student of Madison’s that was friends
with the student of mine who argued over which of us (Madison or I) to take for
102… but ultimately they couldn’t take it together because they refused to
choose which of us was better. It was the funniest, cutest conversation
and of course it’s one that happened
because we both ended up at the writing center. I am just getting Thanksgiving-y before it’s allowed to be Thanksgiving time and really so thankful of and for
all the people and events that brought me to Boise State.
I know that the work is
hard, and that sexism sucks, and that we as women who plan to lead in some way
have an uphill battle, but I cannot wait to learn as much as I can from my peers,
the staff, you, and the writers. When everyone else was involved at the writing
center I wanted to be involved so I could understand this allegiance to a place
I had never entered before—I wanted to see why Madison ruled out any doctoral
programs that didn’t have a great writing center. I am now beginning to
understand why.

