Seven years. It’s been seven years since I crossed the threshold into that classroom, feeling like a little girl slipping…
Dead Poets Society, Russian Style
Before the semester started, I was told that I could teach one course on anything I wanted to. Although the possibility to…
A Rant on Poetry
I’ll never forget the smug cynicism I felt last spring when my professor handed us Ezra Pound’s poem “Papyrus.” The…
A Few Things Off My Bucket List
Before I left for Russia in September, I created a short Fulbright Bucket List, in which I brainstormed things I wanted…
The Irony of Fate
When I found out I was being placed in Elabuga for my teaching assistantship in the fall, the name was…
Hope Unyielding 