(In)visible Dis/abilities, Teaching Writing, and Affective Whiteness
Morning. I am what people would call a morning person. I perform the role well, and I always have. Saying that I teach freshmen writing at 8:00 a.m. always elicits a sharp intake of breath from the sympathetic lips of colleagues and friends who don’t want to imagine trying to engage themselves, let alone 20 teenagers, at that time of morning. But I remind myself of Anna from Frozen, crawling on top of my groggy girlfriend as Anna crawls on top of her sleeping sister, and—ever so dramatically performing the role of neglected, eager, adorable other half flawlessly—sighing, “The sky’s awake. So I’m awake! So we hafta play!” And by play, I mean, you know, draft new chapters and edit papers. Joyfully.