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"Getting to know you, getting to know all about you.
Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me.
"

--from The King and I


Although I have had many full-time and part-time positions, most of my working life has been spent as a teacher.

I began in 1970 as a Teaching Assistant in the English Department at Rutgers University. I continued teaching, in what would eventually become a career, in 1976 at the National Technical Institute for the Deaf(NTID) in Rochester, NY. (I spent two years in there as a newspaper reporter/editor, but more on that later.)

The courses I develped and taught at NTID have focused upon improving the reading and writing skills of Deaf college students, although I have also developed courses for English Composition at RIT's College of Liberal Arts for hearing students.

I have a great love of students and teaching them.

Here you’ll (eventually) find pictures of former classes, current course syllabi, reading and writing assignments, inside and outside the classroom remembrances, and other fragments related to my teaching life.

I've thought for awhile now that teacher's lives follow special rhythms and navigate certain genres unique to their jobs. For example, while graduation happens only once or twice to most people, it happens yearly to teachers. I've known and attended some 35 college graduations so I thought: why not begin to unveil this strand of my life with images from that genre?

Resume and Curriculum Vitae

Courses:

Bridge to College English, I/II

Written Communication

Career English I/II

"since feeling is first"

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all the flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
and death I think is no parenthesis

--e. e. cummings

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