Finding my place
One of the risks I took when I decided to come to graduate school at IU was the possibility that I'd end up running into some of my former students. After spending six years teaching in Elkhart, Ind., I was a bit worried -- justifiably, I think -- that I might end up being a little embarrassed or maybe even a little beat up if I happened to run into somebody I had in class. "Remember that D you gave me in freshman English, Mr. Troyer?" Oh, I remember, all right. Sir.

