Just a little over a week after the debut of my psychological thriller, A Flash of Red, and my excitement is still at stratospheric levels. Thrilling news just keeps descending from the sky in quick succession.
Here’s my mental ticker-tape of the last 7 days:
Your debut novel is out–go celebrate!
You’re an official member of the Crime Writer’s Association! (celebration continues; Christmas cookies are broken out of their sweet slumber in the freezer and enjoyed by the family)
3. People are reviewing your novel, and they like it. A lot! (celebration shifts to wine in front of the fireplace with hubby, as it’s after 5 somewhere and the children are watching The 100)
4. Your box of books for distributing to libraries, local bookstores, and the like arrives. You hold your finished book in your hands for the first time. (and let your pit-bull, Jasper, get his paws on it too, as you are convinced that, if he had opposable thumbs, he’d be a writer too)
5. My tour with Sage’s Blog Tours set off this week with several stops, including a review from the head reader herself, Sage. And what did she think?
“Reading this novel was a wild ride.”
“I found this novel to be fascinating. . .”
(high-fives from my entire family, hubby and kiddos, ensues. Jasper, alas, due to his aforementioned lack of thumbs, must make do with a muzzle-snuggle)
My cup runneth over this week. . .Thank you to all of my readers for your support. I’m thrilled (pun totally intended) that you are enjoying A Flash of Red. When you get a chance, make sure to get your review up on Amazon and my Goodreads page–it is a huge help in getting other readers interested in trying a new author.
Stay tuned for more contests and giveaways over the next few weeks–the fun continues!
Today marks the thick of another finals week here at Penn State University. As comes with the end of all semesters, there is a whirlwind of questions about exam materials, stressed students coming and going from my office, and papers to grade.
Despite the whirlwind that is finals week, I find it edifying to take a moment to reflect on the lessons the semester brought for me. As the old adage goes, my students teach me every day.
I love my job–every Fall and Spring I’m presented with the opportunity to meet, connect with, and learn from 400 new individuals as we meet in classrooms across University Park campus and discuss topics I find compelling and fascinating. Seriously–what could be better?
Reflecting on Fall 2016, I have only become more enamored with my job and with this cohort of students who represent the future of our culture and our world. Here’s what I’ve learned, in no particular order:
My students are Resilient.
It’s an unfortunate statistical likelihood that, given my large group of students, I will work with men and women who are coping with a variety of tragedies and traumas as they pursue their studies. This semester was no exception–death, grief, sexual and physical assault, and mental health crises all crossed the threshold of my office. And yet, even as these students coped with their trauma, they demonstrated such strength and determination. They sought out support from friends, family, and faculty. They pursued treatment from mental health professionals and counselors to heal their psychological wounds without shame or embarrassment. And they actively sought to advocate for themselves and other students coping with similar situations in their own lives. Although these students suffered, they refused to be victims, and their personal power inspires me every day.
2. My students are Kind.
I cannot count the number of times I noticed students sitting with each other before class, sharing notes or readings, and asking each other relevant clarification questions about course material. Within class discussions, especially when we would cover topics that ranged into the personal (e.g., mental health struggles, histories of peer victimization, parental loss/grief), my students showed each other not just respect, but empathy. In one discussion, where the topic was Attachment in Adult Relationships, one student shared her experiences with maintaining her long-distance relationship with her significant other. Immediately after, another student raised her hand to comment on her own experiences with her long-distance relationship, and to offer support and commiseration to her classmate seated across the lecture hall filled with 150 students. Even when we don’t ‘know’ each other, there is a shared knowledge and compassion inherent in humanity that my students express regularly with each other.
I can also add, from my own personal perspective, the kindness students have shown to me. E-mails they’ve sent to express their enjoyment of a topic of the course sit in a special folder in my inbox, where I sometimes go to read them when feeling stressed and less-than-competent (as we all do at points in our careers). Students thank me for holding review sessions, answering e-mails, answering questions, meeting with them to go over study tips. All of these are activities embedded in my job, and yet my students take the extra step to thank me for it. It’s certainly not necessary, but it does bring a brightness to my work that sustains me.
3. My students Care.
Today’s university students are often maligned for being focused entirely on grades, and not on growing as thinkers and professionals. My experience, though, is quite the opposite. My students regularly asked questions in class that delved deeper into material–not because they were worried about being tested on it, but because they were genuinely curious. My meetings with students after exams and papers were returned often involved students coming to review what they missed in order to edify their knowledge-not to argue over points.
As one example, a young woman stopped by to review her paper–which was excellent already–just to discuss the two small issues noted on the rubric about her paper. Not to argue for points, but because she sincerely wanted to improve her scientific writing skills further. After she left, I couldn’t help smiling to myself. The Millennial generation, however often maligned in the media for its lack of accountability and determination, seems to be doing just fine from my perspective.
Students ask to borrow books for further reading. They ask to sit down and chat about career options, volunteer opportunities, ways to give back to populations and organizations whose missions they value. They are not afraid of hard work and they are not afraid of challenging themselves. If there is one thing my students seem to be afraid of, it is of not challenging themselves enough to grow during their college experience.
So, for those in our country worried about the next generation of professionals, parents, and thinkers–don’t be. We are in good hands.