Friends Indeed

I have a folder in my email inbox titled Friends.  I also have one for Teaching, with subfolders for different classes.  No doubt there’s a better way to organize (Friends from Way Back; Acquaintances I Rarely See; BFF) but I stick with the general.  Lately I’ve been consider a new category, somewhere between Teaching and Friends.

I taught Julie a year ago, and when the class was over, we started emailing—not that often, and usually on the topic of writing.  But the tone had changed, the balance of power shifted, so I thought of her in a new way. When she asked me to write her a letter of recommendation for grad school, I found my finger hesitating on the touch pad.  Where did I file her request?  And closing my note in which I said I’d be happy to recommend her, I hesitated at “Best, Lindsey.”  It sounded so cold, given her new status in my in-box.  And yet “Love” or “XOXO” seemed cloying, inappropriate.

This morning, an email came in from a current student.  No quandary there—clearly the  Teaching folder would do.  Her note was personal and revealing enough, and my reply (I hope) reassuring and supportive enough that “Best,” again, fell short.  This one got “Yours, Lindsey” – still professional, but warmer.  Even as I clicked Send, I knew that the next time I sent her an assignment or clarified a point of craft, we’d be back to “Best.”

Or would we?  Had her revelations opened up new terrain between us, terrain that could not now be disregarded?  Teaching writing –especially memoir writing—opens up all kinds of personal vs. professional quandaries, of course.  I’m used to them, and used to replying with a professional gloss. Thank you for writing so honestly, or You’ve done a good job showing the narrator’s pain and confusion.  But that doesn’t mean I’m always sure I’m handling it well.

When I taught high school, I had a student who handed in a piece about losing his virginity to an older woman, another who quoted Sharon Olds on oral sex, and a third who wrote about feeling suicidal.  Topics we may talk about with friends, but these kids were not my friends.  I was fond of them—well, not so fond of the Sharon Olds reader—and, in the case of the suicidal girl, obligated by law to report what she’d written.  No matter how honest their phrasing and vivid their imagery, Thank you did not seem the right response.

It’s different with adults, of course.  Or is it?  When does a student become a friend, and when should she?

Later this morning, I’ll get in the car and drive across the Bay Bridge to join three women for lunch.  Last time we got together, I was a month away from marriage and Brooke was about to have a baby.  Today, we’ll sit in the sun, pass Brooke’s baby back and forth, look at my wedding pictures, and laugh.  I first met these women in 2009, in the classroom.  They took three classes from me, and then some time passed, and two of them showed up at a talk I gave.  “Let’s get together,” Susan suggested, and it seemed like a great idea.  It was.  They’re former students, yes, but now their emails land solidly in the Friends folder.

A natural evolution.  I guess that’s the trick.  When I find myself saying, “God, I know just what you mean,” or “Tell me what’s going on with your husband’s job” rather than writing Convincing use of imagery or More detail here?  And by the time the wedding pictures come out and I’m Friending them on Facebook, “Teaching” has become merely a way of how we met.

 

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About lindseycrittenden

Lindsey Crittenden is the author of two published books: THE WATER WILL HOLD YOU: A SKEPTIC LEARNS TO PRAY (Harmony Books, 2007) and THE VIEW FROM BELOW, a collection of short stories (Midlist Press, 1999). Her personal essays and articles – on topics such as prayer, the pitfalls of too much California sunshine, and visiting a group of lifers at San Quentin – have appeared in The New York Times, The San Francisco Chronicle Magazine, Image, Real Simple, Bon Appétit, East Bay Express, Health, and Best American Spiritual Writing. Her fiction has won national awards and has appeared in Glimmer Train, Bellingham Review, Quarterly West, and other publications. Born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, she graduated from UC Berkeley, moved to New York City as soon as she could, and returned to California for grad school. While in the graduate creative writing program at UC Davis, she discovered (much to her surprise) the fun of teaching. She lives in San Francisco and teaches at UC Berkeley Extension. She has completed a novel, and is writing new short stories and a (very early stages) nonfiction exploration of spirituality & sex.
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6 Responses to Friends Indeed

  1. Until now, I’ve never thought about how my time I spend thinking about this question. The answers came intuitively to me before I began negotiating contracts; after that, I went through a period where I signed off “regards” if I signed off at all. As I grew more comfortable in my role, I began signing off “warm regards.” That tends to be my default now, unless someone’s ticked me off. In that case, they get either “regards” or “thanks.”

    It’s fascinating to see your process broken down so clearly, and to reflect on my own process.

  2. TheOthers1 says:

    As a professor, this raises a lot of good questions in my mind. I’ve not been doing it long enough to get to this stage, but I understand. I consider all my students “Students” right now. I’m not sure when that’ll change since I haven’t seen any through to graduation to have to worry about a change in relationship. I’m also not super close to any student though I’d rather they all called me by my nickname. It’s difficult for me to do label changes with people so I’ll be curious as to how I’ll deal when/if the time for this ever comes.

    Very nice post! 🙂

  3. Thank you! When I taught h.s., I did so at a wonderful progressive school where the teachers were all known by first name, which I continue. I still have students call me “Professor” (which I’m not) or “Ms Crittenden” — I too like to be known more informally, even when I keep my comments more formal.

  4. Callie Feyen says:

    I think that friendships that are found from working on words together are lovely sorts of friendships.

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