Regis University
Honorable News Volume 8, Issue 1 19 Oct 2012
Ya Just Can’t Get Away From It . . . At Least, I Can’t —Tim Etzkorn, Class of 2009
“How many times can a professor realistically ask a student to write a thesis, to re-write a thesis, to evolve a thesis, to come to some new insight that just doesn’t seem possible? ”
After a three-year hiatus in which my cup of life brimmed with mad road trips exploring the Americana ideal and careers ranging from an ESL tutor to a bike mechanic to an industrial welder, I returned to Academia. The great books called my name again, and apparently, so did Bowie. Yes, I have been there. Yes, I remember the agony, the sorrow, the hangnails and ravaged cuticles wrought from writing, re-writing, scrapping, rewriting, scrapping, and writ-
ing again. How many times can a professor realistically ask a student to write a thesis, to re-write a thesis, to evolve a thesis, to come to some new insight that just doesn’t seem possible? Well, the answer is: as many as it takes. Now, fast forward. Empowered by Regis‘ ethos and an honors education, I have found myself in a Master‘s program pursuing Literature and teaching my very own section of composition. And as I do so, the ghostly specter of Bowie continues to loom over me. Recently,
Inside this issue: We Say, They Say
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A Pleasant Surprise
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Director’s Note 3
Where Are They Now?
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Announcements 4
Above: Tim‘s annotations in Stephen Prothero‘s book
I was preparing notes to lead a discussion on an article written by Stephen Prothero. As I annotated, a pattern emerged: Page 191: thesis. Page 194: thesis (different). Page 199: thesis (different). Page 203: thesis (DIFFERENT!). I stopped, reflected, and embarked on my own little dialogue: ―Stephen,‖ I say to myself, ―I know what you are up to.‖ I went to class and paid a little Regis forward to my students. ―What is going on here? What is Stephen Prothero doing with his thesis?‖ If you want to find out what Stephen was up to there, I teach MWF from 12:00 – 12:50 in the Business Building at the University of Wyoming. If you‘re content sitting in the cozy honors office, coffee and snacks in hand, reading this haunted anecdote, then I will leave you with this: it all has meaning, just make sure to pay it forward when you find it.