Now that we have hit August, it's time to begin full preparations for Fall 2010.
We will have six fabulous tutors returning:
Sarah
Jenelle
Matt
Anita
Kyle
and
Jessica!
These tutors are committed to excellence and will participate in the annual Fall Training and Orientation seminar to be held on Friday, August 13th, 10 am-4 pm.
The Writing Center will also conduct open interviews for tutoring this Fall. If you are interested in tutoring writing, be sure to stop in the LC, pick up an application, and schedule an appointment with Debra Nickles.
If you are not on campus any time soon, but you are still interested in seeing if you meet the requirements, contact Debra Nickles at nickles@ohio.edu for more information.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Ice Cream Social
If you are a reader of this blog
and you see this post in time,
do join us for our
2nd Annual Ice Cream Social
in the Learning Center from 3-5 PM today.
It's time to celebrate another successful year
and to bid a few tutors farewell
as they begin new journeys in their careers!
and you see this post in time,
do join us for our
2nd Annual Ice Cream Social
in the Learning Center from 3-5 PM today.
It's time to celebrate another successful year
and to bid a few tutors farewell
as they begin new journeys in their careers!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Poem In Your Pocket Pics
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
YAWP!
Let us all leave this quarter with a barbaric yawp! One more quarter to go for me! The end of one chapter is near. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I just read a tutee's paper that was a reflection piece. She had a quote from Carl Jung: "Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding about ourselves." This is going to be my new motto. YAWP!
I just read a tutee's paper that was a reflection piece. She had a quote from Carl Jung: "Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding about ourselves." This is going to be my new motto. YAWP!
Monday, May 3, 2010
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!
Sarah! We're all idiots and forgot to wish you a happy birthday! We were so caught up in the Poem-In-A-Pocket craziness... gah!
So from the writing tutors:
*in an obnoxious, off-key chorus*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR SARAH...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!
So from the writing tutors:
*in an obnoxious, off-key chorus*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR SARAH...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Recessional
Here is poem by Rudyard Kipling, one of only two poets that I really enjoy.
http://www.kipling.org.uk/poems_recess.htm
http://www.kipling.org.uk/poems_recess.htm
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Risky Poetry
D*mn psychoanalysis for making poetry so risky to share, lol! Perhaps (and, oh, the irony of even that word!) my favorite poem is an old old old classic linked here.
I hope each of you continue to dare. Dare to sing to the mermaids . . . to disturb the universe . . .
I hope each of you continue to dare. Dare to sing to the mermaids . . . to disturb the universe . . .
Poetry by Don Paterson
Thanks to all that posted and will post. I think this has been a successful project thus far. Poetry. Poems. Oh, how I fret. I have written quite a few, yet I do not feel like sharing. I am not quite that daring. I think there is a poet in all of us...somewhere.
This is a sonnet about poetry.
Poetry
In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps
one spark of the planet's early fires
trapped forever in its net of ice,
it's not love's later heat that poetry holds,
but the atom of the love that drew it forth
from the silence: so if the bright coal of his love
begins to smolder, the poet hears his voice
suddenly forced, like a bar-room singer's -- boastful
with his own huge feeling, or drowned by violins;
but if it yields a steadier light, he knows
the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound
like a mountain spring, anonymous and serene.
Beneath the blue oblivious sky, the water
sings of nothing, not your name, not mine.
Copyright 1999 by Don Paterson. All rights reserved.
This is a sonnet about poetry.
Poetry
In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps
one spark of the planet's early fires
trapped forever in its net of ice,
it's not love's later heat that poetry holds,
but the atom of the love that drew it forth
from the silence: so if the bright coal of his love
begins to smolder, the poet hears his voice
suddenly forced, like a bar-room singer's -- boastful
with his own huge feeling, or drowned by violins;
but if it yields a steadier light, he knows
the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound
like a mountain spring, anonymous and serene.
Beneath the blue oblivious sky, the water
sings of nothing, not your name, not mine.
Copyright 1999 by Don Paterson. All rights reserved.
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