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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Faculty life.

Signs that it may be a long, long year, and then another long year after that:
  1. I have started dreaming about administrators, and not the one I'm married to.
  2. I find myself carrying on lengthy, involved, never-ending arguments with certain people in my head.
  3. People have started dropping by my office to tell me true and alarming stories of Things Gone Dreadfully Awry in their respective areas.
  4. The classroom I'm teaching in is deluxe but very, very warm.
  5. I wore overly ambitious shoes today, an error I'm prone to, which means that by the end of the day I was not only overheated but footsore.
  6. I am measuring the year by holidays.
  7. I have started referring to myself as "aka, Sucker" when people ask me about being a faculty leader.
  8. Many, many of the necessary instructional artifacts for me to teach these classes have yet to be made. Did I say "many"? I meant "endless amounts. Gobs. A whole heap. Incalculable numbers. Myriad. Multitudinous loads. The necessary instructional artifacts yet to be made are legion. Are numberless. There's a whole passel of them. As far as the eye can see would be full of the necessary instructional artifacts I have yet not made, had I yet made them. A whole slew. A zillion."
  9. I may possibly be teaching two entirely new classes, as in classes that have never been taught before, in the spring.
I have started every day this week with a loud and encouraging rendition of "Stop Your Sobbing," but at this rate, I may need to play it several times a day. I may need to rig something up so that every time I open my laptop (how many times a day is that? a lot of times.), I can hear these words, in the immortal voice of Chrissie Hynde:
Each little tear
that falls from your eye
makes, makes me want
to take you in my arms
and tell you to stop all your sobbing
--and while I'm at it, I should also stop enumerating The Dreadfuls, aka the reasons why things were, are, and will always be terrible. No: Stop stop, stop stop. It is time for me to laugh instead of crying.

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9 comments:

  1. CPS5:42 PM

    First, you know we have your back on the faculty leadership issue if you need it. Just ask. Second, I suggest you listen to some Waterboys each morning as well.

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  2. DiaNe6:46 PM

    I tell myself it's easier to laugh than cry. But I measure the year with holidays. I think all teachers do.

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  3. Ann7:00 PM

    Oh. Your list. It made me so tired I had to take a nap. But not until I had a big snack.

    You're my hero.

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  4. Amelia10:29 PM

    Repeat after me, I am a hollow reed. I am a hollow reed. And breaaaathe. You'll do it. At least you don't have any crazy teenagers at home demanding pancakes at midnight or paninis for breakfast. So you got that going for you, which is good.

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  5. Emma J7:07 AM

    I am trying to feel your pain - because it is obvious this is not fun. But is sounds fun . . . or maybe just different . . .

    Also trying not to look forward to many many wittily furious and/or frustrated and then eventually triumphant posts.

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  6. Dr Write7:09 AM

    I think that's "Sucka!"
    And artifacts are overrated. Just tell those students: look it up on the internets. You can find it on the Google.

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  7. Renaissance Girl7:48 AM

    My favorite thing about you is that you will wear overly ambitious shoes. That says so much about your character. And yes, you may suffer a bit, but you will look fabulous in your suffering.

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  8. ABick7:53 AM

    however--you will be able to frequently see your loving daughter! :D

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  9. ann cannon8:59 PM

    Is it okay to wish someone happy birthday today?

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