Hey, diary.  it's May 18th.  I apologize if you feel discombobulated.  
I know, I'm not talking to you at a set time collectively in some kind of book. 
You're scattered all over the place.  It's almost a reflection of the state of 
"organized chaos" or "chaotic organization" that I revel in.  I've written to 
you whenever, wherever, and however the mood hits me, on a scattering of slips 
of wrinkled paper, backs of crinkled receipts, in my crossword puzzle book, 
across ripped pieces of tourist pamphlets, in margins of our program booklet, 
on whatever is in my pockets at whatever time and with whatever is available 
when something hits me.  Bits of you are book marks, stuffed in pockets of 
pants and shirts, crumpled in the computer bag, and goodness knows where else.  
I'll probably lose some of you.  Anyway, today, I initially wrote to you on the 
palm of my hand--before I later transcribed it on the back of a business 
card--about a brief conversation I had this morning. 

        "Why do you let us call you "Louis," I was asked.  "You can lose your 
authority if you get too familiar with them."  
        
        "I want us to be familiar and comfortable with each other.  I'd rather 
be a safe 'loving presence' than a scary authority.  Whatever 'influence' I may 
have with you," I quickly replied, "comes from being close with you, not from 
my imposing 'Dr. stuff' or my resume or the threat of having the power of 
giving a grade."

        You know, diary, I think we academics more often than not judge rather 
than understand.  That messes up our conclusions about why students do or don't 
do stuff.  We so often stand apart from students because we see them--sometimes 
even looking down--from a hierarchical administrative and academic perspective. 
 We so often impose assumptions from our limitations; we so often find it so 
easy to blame without knowing reasons or wanting to know reasons.  We so often 
lapse into moaning and groaning about students whom we really don't know, 
especially in those mega-classrooms.  Here more is less, and less is more.  
But, if we got to know each other, if we saw each other on the same plane from 
an egalitarian point of view, that we're all sacred, noble, worthy human 
beings, worthy to be noticed and heard and valued, valuable enough not to be 
dismissed or discarded, maybe--just maybe--we'd be more apt to be more 
positive, adapt to circumstances, take heart that in each student are seeds of 
great potential, rely more on persuasion, and be less inclined to judge, 
command, and control.  That's more demanding, but it is so much more powerful, 
meaningful, and productive.

Make it a good day

-Louis-


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