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I’ve read thousands of essays. Not an exaggeration. Between my years teaching composition, editing student work, and reviewing submissions for

I’ve spent the better part of a decade reading student essays, and I can tell you with absolute certainty that

I spent three years thinking I was terrible at writing reflective essays. Not just mediocre. Terrible. The kind of terrible

I’ve been teaching writing for nearly a decade now, and I can tell you with absolute certainty that song title

I’ve read thousands of essays. Not an exaggeration. When you spend enough time in academic spaces–whether as a student drowning

I’ve been teaching writing for about eight years now, and I can tell you that the gap between a decent

I’ve stared at blank pages more times than I care to admit. The cursor blinks. The pressure builds. You know

I’ve spent the better part of a decade staring at essays–both writing them and reading them. Some flow like water

I’ve spent the last decade reading texts that people insisted I was reading wrong. Professors marked my interpretations as “unsupported.”

I spent three years grading papers before I realized most students weren’t actually trying to plagiarize. They were just confused.