I taught two courses as a graduate student: Global Modernism and Its Successors: An Introduction and Children’s Literature. Both were full of useful screw-ups, but let’s focus on the louder failure. Global Modernism and Its Successors, a course not of my choosing or design, was assigned to all aspiring English PhDs at my university. That […]
After completing my PhD, I worked for two years teaching academic writing as a lecturer at my graduate institution. My office – well, my cubicle, which I shared with the lovely Sarah Birge — was in the chemistry building. Directly outside the door was an emergency shower and a trauma blanket. On particularly trying teaching […]
The first book I ever taught to undergraduates was Jamaica Kincaid’s An Autobiography of My Mother. I was a TA in Terry Doody’s Twentieth-Century British Literature course at Rice University. That morning I had downed what was just a ridiculous amount of grape juice. I still don’t know why I did that. It did not end […]
Failing Loudly 