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...alien in a strange land

Sunday, July 18, 2004
"No, really, I just can't do that." He was talking to a woman, another passenger on the American Airlines shuttle bus between the main terminal and the satellite terminal. Just an ordinary guy and an ordinary woman. He had a seat, she came on board and stood. He got up and offered her his chair. "Thanks, but this is fine." "No, really, I just can't do that." He stayed standing; she said "Thanks" and sat. An unremarkable incident that still deserves remarks, especially because of its proximity to another incident I witnessed yesterday at the University of Delaware where I was attending a conference. A young student (male) held the door open for another woman who was attending the conference. She's middle-aged, not elderly by any stretch, but has beautiful gray hair. She wondered what his conduct said about his attitude toward gray-haired women. Nothing at all. No, friend, he wasn't commenting on your age, and he wasn't insulting your gender or challenging your feminist equality. Neither was the guy on the airport bus. Their mommas just raised them right, that's all. When we landed in Dallas this afternoon and began our trek through the airport, I saw crape myrtles out the windows and witnessed southern courtesy inside the bus. Gentle beauty. Welcome home. Glad to be back. It's not that holding a door or giving up a seat is such a big deal. It's just a small gesture of respect and courtesy. We still prize that here in the South. Kids raised right say "Ma'am" and "Sir," and they mean it respectfully because their mommas (and dads) taught them that's the way to address someone. Age isn't an issue--adults call each other "ma'am" and "sir" to show simple respect for other people. My students from the West or the North often find that a bit archaic or even wonder if there isn't a sneer lurking somewhere in the syntax. (When my Chicagoan-turned-Californian mother-in-law first moved to Texas and my kids called her ma'am, she heard sarcasm where there was none. In Chicago, she explained to me, those words were disrespectful.) But I hope those students imbibe a bit of southern courtesy with their English and business or mechanical engineering. At the same time, I hope we learn from them a bit about expressions of courtesy and behaviors of respect in their parts of the country or world. At the risk of sounding like a cliche', I'd like to say that this world would be a gentler, kinder place if we were more intentional about treating each other with simple respect and courtesy. That's a good thing. So when someone holds the door, just say "thanks" and walk through. Then watch for your chance to hold it for someone else, regardless or age or gender.


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Thursday, July 15, 2004
Newark, Delaware, specifically the
University of Delaware campus is the origin site for this post and the place for today's rethinking of students' placement into composition courses. I attended the all-day Assessment Institute that is part of the annual conference of the Council of Writing Program Administrators.

I come away with more questions than answers, but that's a good thing. When I began, I wasn't even sure where to begin asking questions! The task seems overwhelming, but I'm more convinced than ever that our placement system at LeTourneau does work for us. Our method isn't a theoretically-popular one among composition theorists, but oddly enough, more universities use it than want to admit! How does placement fit into the larger picture of program assessment? How is it driven by (rather than drive) curriculum design? Those are the questions I'm pondering.

Tonight, though, I miss Ken, home, and my doggies. New family member Kuuipo and I have been bonding, and the separation seems a wide gulf.  



posted by Annie 6:50 PM
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Saturday, July 10, 2004
"What?"

That's what everyone asks. Her name is Kuuipo. She's eight and a half weeks old, and she's a dalmatian rescue puppy. She's also the newest member of our family.

Kuuipo means "Sweetheart" in Hawaiian, and she is. I think the name is actually pronounced with a whole lot of syllables, like Koo-oo-ee-po, and I'm really not sure where the accent goes. We sort of run it together and call her Kweepo. Even at that, when I took her to the Balloon Glow Alumni dinner tonight at LeTourneau's hangar out at the airport, one little boy who asked her name looked at me like I had mortally offended him. He just glared at me and then walked off.

Kuuipo's mom was owner-surrendered (whatever that means--the shelter doesn't give details) to a North Texas Humane Society. On the day she was scheduled to be "euthanized" (read murdered because an owner probably didn't care enough or couldn't be bothered), the Dalmatian Rescue of North Texas (DRNT) found out about her and got her out of the shelter. About a week later, they discovered she was pregnant. She's a small lady but still had twelve puppies. Two were too small to live, but ten are healthy and playful. Kuuipo decided she wanted to come and live with me. I played with all the puppies and held the three females, but Kuuipo was the one who chewed on my ears, gave me kisses, and ran back to me after I set her down. She picked me, so I picked her.

Notice to readers: First, please pay attention to the fact that dalmatian is spelled with a "tian" not a "tion." Okay, that's a pet peeve. I used to have a Hotmail account with dalmatian as part of the username. I gave the address to a group of students, who promptly sent e-mails to someone else with the same username but spelled incorrectly. Second, if you take a dog home, he or she is family and is yours for life. I like the way the DRNT puts it: These dogs need to find their forever homes. Dalmatians are eager, active, willful, one-person dogs. They tend not to be family dogs and are not usually great with kids. They are deeply loyal and loving. My dalmatian Hero has been one of my best friends for over nine years. My other dogs are too, but they are more family dogs. Hero thinks of herself as my dog (or maybe thinks of me as her person). She follows me everywhere and pitches a fit whenever a door is closed between us. Ann of DRNT says, "If you don't want velcro, you don't want dalmatian."

But if you don't mind being followed around at close range and having a dog nudge open the shower door every 2 to 3 minutes just to make sure you're still there and still okay, you might be a good dal pal. You just can't beat a dalmatian for love and loyalty--two virtues we could use a lot more of in this world.

Lots of folks seem to get dogs--including dalmatians--without thinking through the commitments or obligarions involved, and then those dogs end up in shelters or with rescue organizations. If you want a dog, rescues are a good source, and Dalmatian Rescue of North Texas (DRNT) is a great place to start. Their Website links to lots of rescue organizations.



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