MARIAN E. WRIGHT WRITING CENTER

Serving students and faculty since 1971

My Journey as a Professional Novice

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I’m new to the Writing Center this year, and at first, the idea of tutoring people was both exciting and a little intimidating. I actually had the chance to make my writing skills useful to others by helping them with papers and resumes and whatever else people brought in, but I kept thinking, “who am

Tutoring Is A Learning Curve

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I became a tutor at the Marian E. Wright Writing Center in the Winter 2022 semester. I had taken the prerequisite course (ENG 363) the semester before. In this course, I learned a lot about the theory behind why we tutor in the way we do. I also went to practicums in the Writing Center

My Biggest Fear About Tutoring

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I joined the Marian E. Wright Writing Center in the Winter of 2021. The semester before, I had taken ENG 363, the prerequisite to becoming a tutor at the Writing Center. When I started the class, I was not sure at all that I would want to be a tutor. I had previously tutored math

Primavera Imperatives by Molly Stover (2022 April Poetry Contest: 1st Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)

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Wear the worn ones that are well-loved and grass-stained. Care for the worms as the rains have left them unearthed. Be gentle with all but the mud as you reacquaint yourself with a long-awaited rebirth. Remember the guileless child with eyes wonder-wide. Listen to the new birds sing days-old, age-old songs. Turn your face to

Halloween by Leticia Silva (2021 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 3rd Place Poetry)

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clouds engulf the sky rain patters on the ground wind whispers through the air heat is absent cheeks are pink noses disappear breaths are sharp fingertips disintegrate ears feel scorched leaves sweep across yards footsteps are erratic and bountiful children’s laughter echoes creaking comes from open doors crackling is followed by hands grabbing sweetness is