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THINGS HAVE CHANGED:

Since I am no longer a professor in the classroom, this blog is changing focus. (I may at some future date change platforms, too, but not yet). I am now (as of May 2019) playing around with the idea of using this blog as a place to talk about the struggles of writing creatively. Those of you who have been following (or dipping in periodically) know that I've already been doing a little of that, but now the change is official. I don't write every day--yet--so I won't post to the blog every day--yet. But please do check in from time to time, if you're interested in this new phase in my life.


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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Very quick bitch, er, post...

Last night's observation ended up not happening: the students were going to spend the entire period writing first drafts of a paper, so there wouldn't be much to observe. The cool thing is that in today's P&B we decided to postpone that observation until spring. Ya-hoo.

I held another discussion session for just myself. Actually, one student did try to come, but there was a miscommunication, and she went to my office instead of the conference room where I was waiting. I feel a bit guilty about that (only a bit)--but most of the students don't seem to want the extra discussion time, and the few who do generally can't make the times I have scheduled. I'll hold a few more (I can grade papers anywhere), but if they're really not happening, I'll cancel the rest.

Thursday my 102s will be in the library (so no discussion of the novel, just work toward their research papers). I don't know what that will do in terms of making them feel more need for the discussion sessions--or less.

Tonight's observation, of a new adjunct, was a complete delight. A very well run class taught by a charming instructor. Nice.

I have so much shit on my triage list that I just want to hide. William and I were joking earlier that the thing to do would just be to declare the semester over, grade the students on what they've done to this point, and tell everyone "We'll see you in January." Wouldn't that be heavenly? Barring that, I'm about to take a page from the Albert the Alligator playbook and yell, "Earthquake! Earthquake! Game called on account of an earthquake!" (You have to know your Pogo to follow this blog.)

I feel frazzled but not anxious, if that makes sense. Frantic but not worried. Whatever. All I can do is whatever is right in front of me at that moment to be done; no sense fretting about what next. And now, what I can do is go pick up my laundry and go home to collapse. After all, tomorrow... well, you know the rest.

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