A New Job

A couple of days ago, I met with one of my husband's classmates at MSU.  She is choosing a written thesis instead of a project, which is a little unusual for an architecture student, but her subject involves a lot of history and research, so it makes sense: she's writing on Nature Deficit Disorder, a tongue-in-cheek term for the behavioral, intellectual and physical problems that result from a loss of creative, unstructured outside play during childhood.

So this lady mentioned needing an editor, and Rob mentioned he had a wife who kindly corrected his grammar in every turn.  (Just then his phone rang; it was me, sending him a text that read, "at every turn, honey.  Love you!")  So, after that, she had no choice but to call me.

It's tough to edit your peers' work.  It's much easier to edit your students'.  As a teacher, I can be firm, unyielding, even a bit harsh, and the students understand it's for their own good.  But for someone your age -- or, in this case, someone twice my age -- it's trickier, especially when it comes to style.  I don't want to invade too much of what is really a very personal project.  I'm nervous (especially about learning a THIRD style of citations -- I used MLA in high school and college, have been forced to learn APA for grad school, and now will have to become fluent in Chicago / Turabian as well.)  She has a lot of confidence in me, which makes me twice as nervous.  I hope I'm up to the task!