This fall, I taught a writing class where I introduced students to color as design and rhetoric, the CSS of their ePortfolio platform, and a rich text module (where they would write reflection on what they had done in the class and explain their visual design decisions). The agenda for that day of class was posted the night before, like every day of my teaching this year. The “lesson plan” was hosted at my own ePortfolio so students could experience the text and weblinks on that platform. There was also a 4-page handout, my personal worksheet and guide to CSS, all of which was followed by an exit slip as students left the lab. Just a regular day of class really: tasks you need to complete, things you need to get done… with students who work hard to meet your expectations. The pinch in the system on that day, however, came from an assigned observer of my class who claimed that no writing happened in the class and that I seemed unprepared for the day. Yeah… you heard that right…UN-PRE-PARED. So some 50 emails later and another 10 pages of 5th-grade-level explication of basic digital literacy practices in 21st century writing classrooms, I came to a crossroads where I DEEPLY understand the WORK of my digital labor… and the necessity that a black female professor always be able to PUBLICLY SHOW what she has done and what she can do. After all, it is difficult to make the case for unpreparedness if you have even casually perused the items that I list in just this blog post (unless, of course, you have NO clue how to work a web browser or google search). It offers a digital visibility when an ideological imposition of invisibility tries to strike its ugly, white blows. It won’t save or protect you, but it WILL throw a whole other kind of monkey-wrench in the mix, pun intended.
For each class that I taught this year, I created a class agenda that guided what we would do. The agenda is meant as a guide rather than a script to keep me moving towards the goals and promises I have made on my course syllabus which is usually 12-15 pages long. Each agenda for each day of my class is posted to the course website.
In addition to this website/blog, I have:
- a professional ePortfolio that archives all of my teaching, research, and service since I secured tenure two years ago now
- a wordpress site for my English 101 course (Public Writing, Rhetoric, and the 21st Century)
- a wordpress site for a class that I taught last year and hope to build as ongoing archive of black women’s rhetoric
- a weebly site for my English 201 course, Digital Rhetorics (with a companion weebly demo site as a skeleton for the websites that students create)
- two demo sites on digication as a skeleton for the ePortfolios that students create
- a website on digication for a series of workshops that I did for sophomores and transfer students designing digital resumes (with a companion weebly demo site as a skeleton for the websites that students create)
- a website on digication that explains the CSS of the platform
- a forthcoming website on digication for an honors seminar in writing and rhetoric that I will teach next year
- a website (not fully public yet) on digication for an online journal of first year students’ digital projects and essays (launched in fall 2013)
- a forthcoming online, undergraduate journal
- the beginning stages of a scribd account, youtube channel, and soundcloud account in order to upload media to my websites in different ways (I plan to create some apps and screencasts this summer also)

Many already know that my mother lives with me now. After she lost her job in the recession crunch, I had to do some financial wizardry and move her from Ohio to Brooklyn and become a new head-of-household of sorts (I have always been able to make a dollah outta 15cents but this took a little EXtra creativity). As I get older, I realize that most of us daughters will be facing similar circumstances in caring for aging parents. My mother, however, does not consider herself aging so we go to a Jazz Brunch/Bar in Manhattan every Mother’s Day and by Jazz, I mean a real quartet that does covers like “All Blues” from Miles Davis’s Kind of Blue, NOT that Kenny-G-Twinkle-Twinkle foolishness. It has only been in the last few years that I have even been in the same city as my mother on Mother’s Day so I figure we may as well go all out (which, for my mother, also means eating my dessert.)
Imagine you are a professor at a large, urban university. Space is always tight in such places so this means you must share an office with other professors. You come in early one day to grade papers and do your other work when another professor who shares this office opens the door, sees you, and seems VERY displeased. You keep working; after all, you DO have things to do. Ten minutes later, a band of security officers comes for you. They have been told that a Hispanic male broke into your office. You, the Professor, Ph.D. in tow, stack of papers to grade, student conferences lined up, are THAT Hispanic male. You see, some of us do not need to imagine this scenario because we live it. This is NOT a fictional story. This happened to a very good friend of mine at an urban, public college that serves mostly Latin@ students. It would take me years on this blog to relay the many stories like this that I know.
