Transformation is New Perception

Author: Sarah Schmerler (Page 2 of 11)

This week (week 15)

I am back in  Brooklyn now with my community, and we are having religious services.  I really thank you all for your amazing kind comments.

The plan this week: No zoom class today, but I hope to have a drop-in time for you to speak with me later this week, so stay tuned. It will probably be audio only or just Online email. If that.

I looked in your folders, and have noted everyone who completed UNIT 3 capstone on time. Frankly? I won’t get to grading them right away. So: if you want to work on them more, now that they are noted, you certainly may.

btw: Even in a “normal” year, UNIT 3 is very rushed and students don’t have time to revise them (nor do I often get to see them before the Final Portfolio) so maybe this is a blessing in disguise if you feel like tinkering.

Hangin’ in. And well, that’s all I can say today-Prof. S.

Sadness…and legacy

Students,

It is with great sadness that I tell you that my brother, Joel, passed away last night. I was with him, by his side. The funeral is tomorrow in Pennsylvania and I will have family near me.

That’s us. He is on the left. It was his birthday, but he let me cut the cake.

I want to use this as a teaching moment, in part to inspire you, but also because what I have to say is fact, and not the stuff of dreams or ambition:

Writing can and does change the world. When we are all gone, we can be assured that what we write will outlive us.

I know this because my brother wrote for a living. I know this because he would write to me, and I would write back — from a very young age. I probably learned to write my first words because of him. I didn’t want to rely on our mom to write for me. I wanted to be big, grown up.

Back then we wrote by hand or by typewriter. We put a stamp on the envelope, and then we waited for a reply.

His paragraphs were well formed. His revisions, clear. He never talked “down” to me as a little kid. I will show you:

He makes good writing look easy — and it isn’t; but I think the effort is worth the result. When I read him back then, for a moment I could forget that there was a long distance between us (we always lived far away). I forgot I was “reading” and he was “writing.” It’s like the page wasn’t there. We collapsed time and space.

Oh yeah, writing can do that, too.

Like the letter says, the same goes for all of us: “Now, it’s [our] turn to write.”

-Prof. S.

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