So after getting up an hour early to prep, I’m going to drive to UVU. There I will fight the old never-ending fight with my students. Since I don’t have time to crush up the new ideas and mix them with jam and give them to my students on a fancy spoon, I’ll have to squeeze their jaws open instead and force the pill down. They will resist. They will complain. They will ask, “Will this be on the test?” When they do, I’ll shoot them a smile and say that anything we talk about in class is fair game for an exam. I will smile and smile and be a villain. Then we will grind our way through formal criticism, after I’ve established that no one did the homework, because somehow everyone was confused—so confused they couldn’t even find their computer, let alone send me an email, or, compounding that, look at the syllabus.
Then I will have some french fries and a brownie (I almost typed “browning”—I think that reflects my mood).
Then I will come home and wash the grime of teaching off in a nice shower.
Then I will be soooooooo glad I canceled therapy (because I hate it already). And then feel guilty about it, but see if I can schedule with another, more experienced, therapist.
Then I will work until my fingers are bloody because tomorrow night, the horde (which I happen to love) will descend and there will be no peace unless I swaddle my head in cotton batting and barricade the entrance to my basement lair.
I will do all of this with all the spirit of a magical and efficient banshee.
Job, I love you, but I really hate you sometimes. Students, I love you, but my gosh you can be a burden.
1 comments:
That sounds absolutely awful and crazy. If it helps, you were an excellent professor and we loved you at BYU! Seriously, everyone thought you were excellent that I spoke with! I hope the migraines improve!
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