I teach English, advise sophomore girls and work in Middle School, do some writing and blogging for various publications, and, come Saturday night, welcome the whole School into the home I share with Head of School Michael Mulligan.
What my students call me
Ms. Mully (and The Wicked Which of the West when I’m getting on them for leaning too heavily on spellcheck).
I knew I wanted to keep working at Thacher when
I’d already been here for seven months—the School was still babystepping into the whole coeducation business and, frankly, a little down on its heels, and I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to stay west—and I went for a run (in March! No snow! No ice!) and was tumbled by my first scent-tsunami of orange blossoms.
Favorite Thacher teaching moment
Plural: momentS. Whenever a student’s comment or observation or question gives me a new perspective or teaches me something entirely new. This happens every day, which makes for a lot of favorite moments.
When not in the classroom I can be found
Hiking the hills, pre-dawn, with a dear friend or two; curled up in my chair reading papers or reading a book or writing; in various parts of the Head’s Home, deck, and yards, putting things away or getting things out.
Favorite job perks
Working with colleagues (teachers and staff) so passionate about and expert in their fields; oranges off the trees twenty yards from my back door; #218 (the phone extension for Maintenance); being with students who really want to learn; Bon Appetit; time in the summer to develop new pedagogies and content for my classes; advisees who, by example, give me advice all the time (and introduce me to good new music).
Hardly anybody knows that
I am not opposed to eating leftover cookies from Open House for breakfast on Sunday.
Favorite place at Thacher
The Outdoor Chapel, up in the bleachers off to the way back.
Favorite place on earth
Besides Thacher and Ojai, our family’s place in the foothills of the Tetons.
The book, movie, work of art, or piece of music I cannot imagine life without
“The”? That implies one. I cannot choose: too Sophie’s Choice-ish. (Beethoven’s 7th, second movement, is up there, though.)
What I wanted to be when I grew up (when I was 10)
An artist and a maker of supremely good ice cream, like my father.