In Judith Crist’s class, writing mattered. In RW 1 and my other classes, reporting ruled. Strong leads, snappy kickers, clean copy — yes, they were taught and idealized. But they were always secondary to the facts and quotations I managed to assemble.
But in Personal and Professional Style, tone and voice were the focus. We were writing editorials and reviews. We didn’t have to attribute everything. We could limber up a bit. Never produce sub-par work, of course, but we could let our imaginations wander into metaphor. We could pull up the rug and study what was swept underneath.
Decades later, I'm still writing, still pulling up the rug, still trying to limber up. Thank you, Mrs. Crist. Rest in peace.