The first time I was in the Lake Audubon Room I was a middle school teacher in St. Paul. I had a handful of published stories to my name and an unpublished novel that had yet to find a home. My travels I limited to summer writing retreats and trips to Missouri to visit family.
I left the K-12 classroom almost 18 years ago. All of what Kris L. Nielsen writes about here was well on its way to St. Paul Public Schools. This letter brilliantly reflects the sentiments of colleagues who stayed as well as a large number of the accomplished teachers I met as Teacher-in-Residence for the National Board for Professional Teaching Standards. And here, at SMU, what’s that over there? The camel’s nose under the tent.
What, David? Posting photos of generic conference rooms again?
Alas, me and this funky space have a long, checkered past. For a couple of years I more or less lived in this room.