On the first day of class, I had the Young Scholars give me written questions—about the class, about writing, about literature.
One student asked, “When we were working in small groups, you were looking out the window. What were you looking at?”
A good question! Our classroom is on the third floor of Grubbs Hall, at the back of the building, looking out over a parking lot. And I was indeed looking out the window while the students worked.
It’s a big world out there! You can see a lot of things if you look out the right window….
One student asked, “When we were working in small groups, you were looking out the window. What were you looking at?”
A good question! Our classroom is on the third floor of Grubbs Hall, at the back of the building, looking out over a parking lot. And I was indeed looking out the window while the students worked.
- I noticed that in the cool shadow of the building there was still a lot of ice and snow. Over in the sunny parts of the parking lot, all the snow and ice had melted.
- I watched a young man go skidding sliding across the ice on his heels. I remembered doing similar sliding in the days of my more-energetic youth.
- I saw Dr. M. crossing the parking lot. I wondered where he was going.
- I saw Dr. W. get out of her car and head toward the building. She was carrying something red in her hand. It looked plastic. A spaghetti strainer? A hat? I wondered what she was carrying.
- I watched a big pickup truck trying to park next to my car. I thought, You’d better not hit me!
It’s a big world out there! You can see a lot of things if you look out the right window….
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