It's been an unusual few months. I was offered a teaching job that was too good to refuse. And there I've been, immersed, swimming in teaching. Teaching at this level is absolutely new to me. Absolutely new. I haven't been to grad school. I've never had the opportunity to teach as a fellow. I'm years enough out of undergrad that I didn't remember how to critique. I am skillful, and hopefully I've imparted some of that, but mostly I've been floating a-sea. Swimming, swimming, swimming. Treading water.
At the end of this week I'll be seeing my students' final projects. I'm so excited. I have AMAZING students. I'll be sad that next semester they will no longer be such a huge part of my life. They have been an enormous inspiration to me. But I am also ready to recover my own emotions, my own brain, and my own work. I think I'll become a better artist from this experience. I hope some of my students feel the same way.
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Sounds like a great opportunity. Is this high school? college? I teach as well, and I would be glad to encourage you in any way I can.
Thank you for posting here, Mr. Miller. Your words in and of themselves are very encouraging. Do you teach high school?
This is at the Oregon College of Art and Craft in Portland. I'm a studio manager there and I teach letterpress in the community school, but this semester I was given the opportunity to teach a BFA printmaking class.
I'm sharing some of their class projects at www.ocac.bookarts.blogspot.com if you're interested.
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that link should be www.ocacbookarts.blogspot.com
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