Prompted

Summer 2018

Prompt: Rename our “That’s So Grinnellian” photo essay

Our prompt in the spring issue was a dud. Apparently, encapsulating the gist of a nebulous concept in a headline is not fun. We received responses from two people offering ideas for a new name for the photo essay.

Thats So Grinnellian spread from Fall 2015

Our prompt in the spring issue was a dud. Apparently, encapsulating the gist of a nebulous concept in a headline is not fun. We received responses from two people offering ideas for a new name for the photo essay. Nor was the prompt clear because two other respondents suggested titles for that particular photo, a scene of three students playing in the snow. 

We introduced the “That’s So Grinnellian” photo feature in fall 2015 with the magazine’s redesign, and since then several people have commented negatively on its title. So we thought there might be enough interest among readers to help us come up with a new title. We also thought that since so many people responded to our six-word memoir prompt (see “Prompted,” Spring 2018, Page 35), another prompt seeking short responses would yield good results too. 

Coincidentally, before the spring prompt was published we received a letter to the editor about the title. See “Letters,” Page 2.

So we apologize for the crummy prompt and invite you to respond to either or both of these. Meanwhile we’ll keep thinking about a new title for “That’s So Grinnellian.”

 
Spring 2018

Prompt: Write a memoir in six words, no more, no less.

Friend

Student

Traveler

Teacher

Wife

Mama

birth, eventual death, with stuff between

Nightly deep conversations in dorm hallways.

Midnight finals Zirkle. Friends, fire, nothing. 

(The juggling club used to meet at the Zirkle at midnight each night during finals to juggle and blow off steam. Some of the members were really great at juggling fire torches. Especially in winter, the moving fire was lovely when the reflections bounced off the snow. The announcement used to always say that “nothing” was happening at midnight at the Zirkle. I was never a very good juggler, unlike many, but made some great friends trying and failing to juggle flaming torches.)

birth

laugh

love

grief

live

death

Stopped eating animals at age 18.

I lived, learned, taught, and enjoyed.

My
 
Experience
 
Moving
 
On
 
In
 
Rhythm.

Grow, cook, eat; write, publish, repeat.