This always happens at the start of a new semester. No matter how prepared I think I am, no matter what writing schedule I set for myself at the start of the fall semester, I always get overwhelmed in mere minutes of passing through the doors of any academic institution.
I am so busy, I have not even read the new Buffy comic. Yikes.
Not only has been a semester of intense proportions, but more than ever, I'm unsure about my gig as college writing instrutctor-naire. Because I'm not sure the -naire part is happening. This will find its way here, soon, or maybe a little later than soon, but just know that I have had some not-so-nice conversations with up-there authority figures about my own skills when it comes to instructing the younguns. And that's been a little destructive, but also, a little helpful. Because I'm thinking about myself in terms of work and myself in terms of work is maybe not who myself is at this very moment. In other words, maybe myself is disconnected from the work and thus, needs to find other work. Again, more explanation in mere months.
In leui of no writing of consequence, of having nothing much to say at this juncture, I offer you photos. Hopefully, enjoy.
niece Be
lucy and derrion
nephew Junior
waiting in airports this summer was boring
dog sitting for sparky
tanya
3 comments:
Sarah, there are a thousand options for you in the career world. Right now I'm tooling around AZ and CO and thinking "park ranger": that's the best damn job there IS. I'm going to try and persuade all of my cousins and nieces to go to school to become "park rangers."
Meanwhile, you canNOT take the word of any "higher-ups" as an accurate judgment of your teaching abilities. Every higher-up has a distinct philosophy she thinks is the right one when, in fact, there is no right ONE. You have to go with what works for you and what creates a dynamic in your class that's passable. If those two things are happening, you're succesful.
Sarah,
I totally feel your pain (sans the higher-ups). It's a tough gig, this collegiate teaching thing. Prepping for classes you haven't taught before. Trying to improve on classes you have taught. All the while, trying to make sure your students are succeeding as best they can.
Keep the faith, sister. I've been reminding myself of this a lot lately: My identity doesn't lie in my job or what I produce...it lies in whose I am.
Take courage.
thanks to you both -- it's much needed encouragement and it definitely helps me get through the more trying weeks!
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