It is (almost! one more week!) the end of fall semester. The specter of spring semester looms just at the edge of my peripheral vision. I will not panic. I am trying to be encouraging to my students and to me. We can do it! We can make it!
As we all stagger towards the finish line.
It’s been a tough semester in a lot of ways.
The students are tired, lots of them are sick, many of them are turning in good work and I’m proud of them. Some of them are turning in crap work and I know I take it way too personally. At the end of the day, crap work means one of two things – I didn’t teach them well enough or they don’t care about my class and/or my subject, which I happen to care about very very deeply. So I take it personally and it doesn’t help my mood. I’m tired and cranky.
My co-workers are tired and cranky.
I’m in grading hell.
I’m not getting my writing done.
I need to get my syllabi together for next semester.
Happy holidays.
Gah.
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