Laura J. Kornish in Boulder, Colorado
My previous post was a Gen Z success story. This post is a warning to exercise some skepticism about Gen Z success stories! In this post, I share my reflections on a typical college marketing and communication practice, bragging about graduates successes. There are a lot of ways to view the bragging: natural pride, inspiration [ ]
My heart is full. I recently had coffee with the boss of one of my former students, now in her first big-girl job. What started as a typical coffee catch-up turned into an encounter that filled me with gratitude and inspiration. To protect the innocent, I ll call my student Joelle and her boss Penny. Joelle [ ]
I stayed on for a bit with my mom after Thanksgiving, helping with some things around the house. Helping with some things around the house is a sanitized version of what I was doing. This fall, my mother was the target of evil scammers who posed as people trying to protect her online identity and [ ]
At least once a decade, I try to put in an appearance at the Kornish family reunion. This was the year! On the trip this summer, we stopped at Dear Mother-in-Law s home on the way to Middle of Nowhere, PA (reunion venue, and no, not the official name of the town). DMIL was a champion [ ]
Higher education is crawling with norms. Our students are awash in spoken and unspoken expectations for social, academic, and career success. In my post Crossed Wires, I wrote about the subset of them that needs to take their comparisons down a notch, the CHILL OUT! group. As professors, we have our spoken and unspoken norms, [ ]
My father created a small brochure to distribute to his four grandchildren in 2007. The title of the brochure (or tome, if a brochure can be a tome) is The Wisdom of the Grampus. He made extra copies, so his grandchildren s parents and grandmother (aka Grammus) got copies, too. It has a calendar format, with [ ]
Enough time has passed that I can share this story. I just filled the last page of a journal and started a new one. As is my custom, I read through the complete journal before starting fresh with the new one. I had scribbled down snippets of so many forgettable dreams, mundane details of some [ ]
I have been known to offer the following explanation for my quirks: I was raised by wolves. I am not sure if Dear Sister (DS) also uses this shorthand language. But I know she will back me on everything here. Daddy Wolf raised his daughters to be fierce. The lesson took better with me than [ ]
The curtain is closing on the spring semester of my twenty-seventh year of teaching. Twenty-seven years is an entire generation. My first students, Fuqua MBAs in the Class of 2000, were my age.* My current students, Colorado undergrads in the class of 2027, are 36 years younger. People ask me, is this generation of students [ ]
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