Put Me Out Of My Misery
Let me preface this post with a set of things I know:
I KNOW, okay?! I friggin' know. But please, for just a mo, a bit of sympathy? It is now 10:24 on Sunday evening. I have one final student paper to read before class tomorrow; and this is after my marathon student paper-reading yesterday. I also have to finish reading novel 1 for the class of students who are already writing me emails to say that they have "family emergencies" that they have to go home for. Hmm. What does that family emergency look like, I wonder? Could it be the family emergency where you go back to your parents' house and stand in line to get the new Nintendo Wii so that you can prep to fall into a tryptophan coma 5 days from now? That family emergency?! I also have to read the first 100 pages of novel 2, for my slightly more dedicated afternoon class. The last time I taught novel 2, this is what happened: I was standing in the hall before class, talking to a colleague from another department. Three students came running up to me with the book in their hands, shouting "This is porn! You're making us read PORN!!"
Awesome.
Tomorrow is going to suck sweaty balls. I hate pre-Thanksgiving week.
1) I know that people assign far more writing than I do in their classes, and they spend far more time reading student work
2) I know that I am a slow reader of student work, in no small measure because I have to read blogs and surf the internet every 2-3 papers
3) I know that people are dying in Darfur
4) I know that I'm a bougie, spoiled college professor who needs to get a grip on the paltry-ness of her oppression
I KNOW, okay?! I friggin' know. But please, for just a mo, a bit of sympathy? It is now 10:24 on Sunday evening. I have one final student paper to read before class tomorrow; and this is after my marathon student paper-reading yesterday. I also have to finish reading novel 1 for the class of students who are already writing me emails to say that they have "family emergencies" that they have to go home for. Hmm. What does that family emergency look like, I wonder? Could it be the family emergency where you go back to your parents' house and stand in line to get the new Nintendo Wii so that you can prep to fall into a tryptophan coma 5 days from now? That family emergency?! I also have to read the first 100 pages of novel 2, for my slightly more dedicated afternoon class. The last time I taught novel 2, this is what happened: I was standing in the hall before class, talking to a colleague from another department. Three students came running up to me with the book in their hands, shouting "This is porn! You're making us read PORN!!"
Awesome.
Tomorrow is going to suck sweaty balls. I hate pre-Thanksgiving week.
posted by kfluff at 10:29 PM
3 Comments:
Man, I'm glad I'm not the only one feeling like this. And I only have to teach one day this week! Too bad that day involves 6 hours of teaching.
Oh, I hate this week too! I'm taking bets on how many students will be in class today - I can't decide whether I want them to show up or not (if they don't show up, I don't have to teach, and I have the satisfaction of bitching about them!).
After having 7 students gone in my morning class, I rewarded the rest by taking them to the local coffeeshop. It seemed like they needed some sort of props for having come.
Good luck, NK!!
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