From One Home to the Next

Me 10 years ago before NYC made its mark.

Me 10 years ago before NYC made its mark.

Tonight I counted ten days until I leave NYC for the next installment of life in Austin, Texas. In honor of this epoch, I am riffing off of this picture a TA took of me our first night of CT5000, the doctoral core course that started me on my journey to professordom. We had just watched an excerpt from Whale-Rider, thought about culturally situated values and norms for participation and gender. I had never seen the film, but was awed by its beauty and themes. Everything looked intriguing. Thinking about critical, sociocultural, and eventually post-structural theories of curriculum, literacy, and subjectivities felt so “natural” AND new to me. It was like I had found a place that I’d always wanted to find, but didn’t know I was looking for. I felt alone and at home. I felt like a baby that desperately wanted to learn how to speak the language that would give me power in such a space. It was like, for the first time, I was deciding who I wanted to become. English literature had always been a fall back and teaching was, at first, an afterthought. This had been intentional, worked toward, and planned. Ten years later this day seems like 3 people ago, but I know that things felt exhilarating┬áthen and still do now. To Be Continued…

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