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Saturday, August 31, 2002

My September 11th poem.
Posted by Christine E. Hamm, Poet Professor Painter at 1:08 AM
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Dr. Hamm has decades of experience teaching college English (literature, poetry and composition) to different types of learners (including developmental, at-risk, second language, international and heritage). She has taught composition and rhetoric for many years and specializes in freshman and advanced composition. Most recently, she has taught English for post high school, pre-college students, and for at-risk freshman students. In all her classes, she focuses on rhetorical modes and diverse methods of experience and writing, including texts from POC and queer traditions. She is versatile in teaching remotely, using the platforms of Zoom, Blackboard, Teams and Outlook.
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