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Tribute to Marla Robertson

A few of you asked me to post this, so here it is. This poem might be a bit corny, but I think it reflects the fun and joyous attitude that Marla brings to our writing workshop while still being a respectable Doctor, full of knowledge and skills that she shares in the spirit of collaboration. Marla is truly an inspiration! For those of you who weren't with us, the apple puns correlated with a delicious baked apple breakfast pastry, courtesy of Whitney Kelley.


Dr. Marla,

We congratulate you on earning your Ph.D.!

They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away,

but we think the opposite is true

when the doctor is also a teacher.

So here’s an apple for the teacher, Doctor, and friend.

You are the apple of our eye,

the best of the bunch,

the cream of the crop.

You have the sophistication of a pink lady

and the sharp wit of a granny smith.

You’re as sweet as pie.

You’re good to your core.

Your knowledge is bountiful.

We know you would turnover backwards for us.

Because we could not hold a gala in your honor,

we honor you today with puns and provisions.

Thank you for all you do.

 
NSTWP Summer Institute, 2014

 
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  1. AnonymousJune 19, 2014 at 4:12 PM

    Another thanks! I was so touched yesterday when you read this. Most of the doctoral journey is a lonely one, so having such a wonderful group of friends to share this with has been a blessing.

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