Who’s Your Daddy?

Back in the 1980s, I did the college gig all traditional-like. Squirming and chafing in Montana, I hit eighteen and began the countdown to flight. When the time came to start college, I viewed the 1,000 miles separating my new campus and my hometown as “a headstart on a life where I don’t work in a bowling alley.”

1,000 miles away from my high school, I learned to wear scarves and listen to REM and dance to Soul Asylum and subsist on the salad bar and listen to convocations featuring distinguished speakers like that old curmudgeon Garrison Keiller and stalk physics study group sessions in the hope that the word “torque” would ever mean more to me than being the last name of a member of the 1960’s faux-musical group The Monkees (Peter Tork) and attend a production of Sam Shepard’s True West and climb the water tower about an hour after putting the keg’s tap directly into my mouth and,

well,

I think you get the picture.

So I have that experience in my life that represents “college.”

However, now I teach at a community college, which often feels more like a move of social justice than a career choice.

Because, you know, there are reasons why students are attending the community college. Certainly, there’s convenience; there’s affordability; there’s the personal touch. Additionally, though, students often find that the community college is a place to go after–or while in the midst of–personal crisis: divorce, job loss, rape, rehab, mental illness. Our students, in short, aren’t living their educations. They are tucking their educations in and around their lives, flitting to campus for class and then booking away again the minute the Anatomy & Physiology lab is done, tearing to daycare to pick up the twins.

Thus, community colleges often lack the traditional “college culture.” They are commuter campuses, by and large, so our students miss out on the experience of checking their mail for care packages from home or riffling through their roommate’s drawers while she’s at Abnormal Psych, looking for weepy journals, sex toys, dime bags, packages of Pork Ramen. They pop in to “learn” and jet away to “live.” Rarely is there a marriage of the two.

All of this explains why I so love the end-of-term student art show on our campus. For three quick days, the place almost feels like–has the vibe of–a college. When the art show is hung, I feel like shouting to the students, “If you think this is good, you should know places exist where professors take you outside for class in the Spring, and you all sit and lean against trees–YES, there are trees!–and talk about Kierkegaard. And sometimes after class you go play frisbee, and after that someone will play a guitar and sing Cat Stevens off-key. During all of this, you feel more comfortable than you ever have before and simultaneously kind of queerly alone–yet certain that your life will never be more vivid. This, dear community college students, is what you should extrapolate from the art show. Scurry now. Do that. Extrapolate.” (then, being where we are, I define “extrapolate”)

This semester, the art show was particularly fun because Groomeo has been cashing in on my free credits and taking some art classes, so his work was displayed, too, AND he got to pour glasses of Pepsi at the opening night reception. Me? I got to skip around and clap my happy hands in front of any piece signed “Jocelyn’s Husband.”


I also got to warm up my snarky sotto voce comments for the dreck that festooned the place. As it turns out, I possess happy hands and sotto voce comments in equal measure, so I went skipping and bitching and mocking and twirling until I was finally forced to collapse back at Groom’s Pepsi table and order a double.

Much revived by the carbonation, I headed back out to witness more of “the learning curve made incarnate” that decorated the walls and tables. Of course, personally, my best artistic abilities involve stick figures, sock monkeys, and my own urine, so I couldn’t be too condescending.

But.

Come. On.





I. Mean. Really.

And I haven’t even included photos of the myriad works featuring Tinkerbells or clay seals playing basketball.

What I learned from my art trolling with the kids was this: five-year-old boys rewy, rewy think paintings of Captain Hook and cigarette-smoking chimpanzees wearing visors are soooooooo cool. I also learned that my husband does a damn good job–so good, even, that when his first assignment in Drawing class this term was to create something on a scratchboard, as a way of learning technique, and the teacher recommended animals as a good subject for this medium, he was able make that untenable assignment sing. Initially, when he came home from class and told me that there might be kitties involved, I recoiled and gasped out, “You mean…create an animal? Like, on purpose? Must you?” Cringing right along with me, Groom said, “Well, textured subjects work well on scratchboard; there’s no way to erase, and there’s nothing but black and white, and so fluff translates well. But never fear: I’m going to think on it.”

For one wild day, he considered doing a picture of a dandelion gone to seed. I was able to get behind him on that notion. I knew the alternative.

But then he decided to listen to his teacher and take this basic assignment and do, yup, something basic. He announced he was going to scratch out a sheep.

Greeting his declaration with more than a minute of silence, I eventually left the room to re-group before returning, resolved, able to tell him my love would withstand this one test, but if he ever painted a unicorn, it would be over, and he’d need to be out by Monday.

Crikey, though, look what he did with the Baa-Baa:


Dude made my jaw drop at a sheep’s head. Previously, the closest I had come to this was dropping my trousers in the loo at a pub called The Boar’s Head.


With this bowl he threw in Ceramics class, my years of muttering about “this pain-in-the-arse piece-of-crap-we-serve-beets-in” came to an end.


This wall displays three of his 2-D digital designs, one for movement (him on a unicycle), one for radial balance, and one for rhythm. Maybe you all should send me gifts now, so I can send you a little thank-you card, featuring one of these on the front. I like books, espresso, and dangly earrings.


Here’s Girl, viewing her pappy’s self-portrait. The instructor took his photo, off of which this drawing was based, on a particularly greasy-headed hat-hair day, which means I now get to tell him all the time that he has a seriously ginormous forehead. I’m tempted to get him all steamed up and fry an egg on it.


Cutting in closer to that portrait, I find my happy clapping hands coming out again.

I mean, look. He’s just nice (…even though I’m not quite sure where his eyelashes went; did they never grow back after the bacon grease fire of 2005?).

Seventeen years ago, His Groomishness graduated from a pricey place that offered up the traditional campus experience. Now he’s mixing it up a little and making me all shivery.

Indeed. Every night, I get to hop into bed with those peepers–those kind eyes that have staked out residual territory just below the ginormous forehead of a community college student.

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25 responses to “Who’s Your Daddy?”

  1. Becky Cazares Avatar
    Becky Cazares

    I’ve often thought of how fortunate I am to attend a traditional college when most people my age are at community college, but I never really sat down and contemplated the difference. Very profound and well-stated.

  2. Shania Avatar
    Shania

    Wow, hubs has some serious artistical talent.

    I did my time at the community college, our little Harvard by the highway. But then I transferred my associates degree to the UVA and had the “real” college experience. Which mostly consisted of stalking Richard Rorty and trying to figure out a way to meet Dave Matthews.

  3. AmyTree Avatar
    AmyTree

    Wow, Groom can create! Well done!!
    I, too, have happy hands and snarky sotto voce comments – I love art shows, as it is rare that both make an appearance at the same time. I find that an unreadable expression works wonders as well.

    Looks to be a lovely show – kind of makes me want to *gulp* go back to school…..

  4. Jeni Avatar
    Jeni

    I did my college days at a major “Big 10” University (remember, I am a Nittany Lioness?) but it was, for me, more like the community college experience because I was an untraditional student -a freshman at age 46 and graduating was my 50th birthday present. So when I left class, it was either to head off to work or the almost 40 mile drive home to deal with two high school kids, feed them, see that they had clean clothes, attempt to inspire them to do the real nasty thing -homework -while I tried to work on the same stuff of my own. Those four years, for me, were the most alcohol-free years I had experienced since high school.
    But that aside, I really loved seeing your husband’s art work! Fantastic! Back in high school, I was in a special art class (meaning “ungraded”) and I remember doing a project using scratch board -which I loved. His sheep drawing and the self-portrait were really terrific so my kudos go to him for those efforts as well as to you for this post too. I always love reading your stuff -snarky, silly and serious -all rolled into one.

  5. jess Avatar
    jess

    Great stuff!! I’m making you a pair of dangly earrings (what’s yer favorite color?) and I want a a thank you card with a print of the half-cow-half-man please. Kidding. About the card, I AM making you some earrings. When you send me your address to mail them I will be able to stalk you on my annual midwestern community college professorial stalking trip. Woot!

  6. Pam Avatar
    Pam

    That was fun!!Great post!!

  7. citizen of the world Avatar
    citizen of the world

    Wow, I’m impressed by your husband’s work. But the little fairy crcked me up.

  8. P-Dawg Avatar
    P-Dawg

    A nice reminder that most “art” from community theater to home paintings (and blogs) etc. aren’t going to change the world but have a place as well. I haven’t quite learned that…I await movie stardom…but appreciate the nudge. Send Groom to Tahiti and let him discover his calling. I dare you.

  9. flutter Avatar
    flutter

    eyelash loss due to bacon grease related trauma is a very serious issue and one that you would do well to treat with the gravity that it deserves!

  10. Casdok Avatar
    Casdok

    Wow your husband has talent! I can understand the hand clapping!!

  11. chelle Avatar
    chelle

    Ooooo he is a great artist! No wonder you were hopping and clapping!

    I went to a community college then transferred out. It was cheaper and I could walk form my parents house. You described it perfectly!

  12. lime Avatar
    lime

    brings out her own happy hands for groomeo’s work. i like how he sucks the marrow out of community college life, such as it is. ya get out of it what you put into it.

    ok, so books, espresso, and dangly earrings….how do ya feel about tie dye? 😉

  13. Jazz Avatar
    Jazz

    Groomeo is so waaaay beyond the fairy and the weird-ass guy with horns and a strangely twisted body that, well he makes them look way worse than they are, poor dears.

  14. rak Avatar
    rak

    Lucky you, to share space for eternity with such a genuinely happy man 🙂

  15. Anonymous Avatar
    Anonymous

    Jeez kid. You’re hitting all the buttons on this one. CC students lives’, that old art show that I now miss. But, the real thing is, wouldn’t it have sucked if Groomy had been a lousy art student? What could you have done if he had, like, no talent for sheep, 2D art, or ceramics?

    iJim

  16. Kylie w Warszawie Avatar
    Kylie w Warszawie

    I attended community college for a semester before I got pregnant and then moved overseas…yeah there’s a whole story there that I haven’t told. And since that was my only “real” college experience, I know nothing of this other world that you speak of (the rest of my college was online).

    I do love your hubby’s stuff:). He’s awesome!

  17. Minnesota Matron Avatar
    Minnesota Matron

    Great art from Groomeo! Your analysis of the community college experience is SO dead-on. Social justice, indeed.

  18. movin' down the road Avatar
    movin’ down the road

    that self portrait is amazing!!!! I cant do portraits, AT ALL

  19. Kylie w Warszawie Avatar
    Kylie w Warszawie

    We’re in Houston! Great minds – I’m all about a warm Christmas:).

  20. Teresa Avatar
    Teresa

    Hey there, the seriously ginormous forehead only becomes more serious over time. I know, as I’ve planted many a kiss and an occasional swat onto the vast swath of cranium exposed above my own DH’s eyebrows. You are, as always, an enjoyable read.

    Merry Christmas Jocelyn!

  21. heartinsanfrancisco Avatar
    heartinsanfrancisco

    Damn fine sheep, and the self-portrait is wonderful! I’m guessing J’s H even knows what “extrapolate” means so he’s definitely a keeper.

    I had the traditional college experience (several colleges, actually) but have taken courses at community colleges here and there and found them to be an anthropological field study, so I adore your posts about your students.

  22. Maddy Avatar
    Maddy

    The man has talent! Sounds like one heck of a trip. Surprised that you have not previously enjoyed the delights of Limoncello, a firm favourite. As for Shamu, seeing is believing.

    Hoping you all have a spiffing good time.
    Cheers

  23. velvet Avatar
    velvet

    Wow, Groom really missed his calling. That’s some art talent there… definitely something to get clappy about.

  24. Glamourpuss Avatar
    Glamourpuss

    I love this post. The pride and warmth in your voice make me feel fluffy.

    Puss

  25. pistols at dawn Avatar
    pistols at dawn

    Well done, sir and miss; your respective gifts are both clearly on display. I’ve tended to think of community colleges as sort like Indianapolis: no one wants to end up there, but sometimes what’s intended to be a waystation ends up as a destination by default.

    Your metaphor is better.

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