By Edward M. Bury, APR (aka The PRDude)
Another semester. Another class. Another step closer to achieving a milestone in life.
That summarizes an important part of what took place this fall of 2017. Specifically, I completed another graduate-level class, one more academic chess piece so to say toward earning my Master’s degree in English at the University of Illinois at Chicago.
This fall, I joined 11 other student scholars in the “Non-Fiction Writing Workshop,” a course that allowed participants to submit essays, memoirs, journal contributions and other written works as part of the required assignments. Each class, two works were presented, analyzed and read aloud in segments or entirely.
The professor, himself a very successful author of non-fiction, novels and short stories, encouraged discussion and criticism — but primarily the constructive kind.
My classmates presented poignant, compelling stories of growing up in parts of the nation and under familial dynamics much, much different than mine. Some revealed much more about themselves, their lives and personal relationships than I ever would, except perhaps in fiction.
I respected everyone and their abilities, and I believe I grew as a writer after absorbing the works presented each Monday night. A community of sorts evolved: Writers charged with keeping the craft and art of the written word advancing through compositions centered on our own experiences and abilities, beliefs and perspectives.
My essay contributions were driven by what I know best: Chicago.
The second and more substantial of the two essays is titled The “Greening” of Avondale, a perspective on the Chicago neighborhood we’ve lived in for 17 years.
Your thoughts on this work are welcomed. And, if you want to read more of my “scholarly” works, please visit my website.
By the way, I earned an A this semester!