Ingredients: anger, joys, despair, futility, smiles, tears, bad language, humor, sarcasm, dread, delight and everything else entailed in teaching Core Curriculum to the wondrously irresponsible undergrad entitlement generation we have in U.S. colleges today (or at least in huge-ass universities like mine whose only care is football).
Warning: This blog contains only trace amounts of objectivity.
Monday, November 14, 2005
The other side of this hellishness
of course is our coordinator. Luckily next semester she will not be around plus (long story) the position itself is to become moot. The faculty finally realized that they basically had a GTA coordinator for a handful of full-time MA/PhDs who --what a concept-- actually know what they're doing and don't need to be treated like grad. students. Anyway I was still asked today what my preferences were for the fall schedule (I know, I know, why am I still going to be here then?!... well if I am it will be admittedly from sheer laziness and lack of direction/ambition, which is why I'm languishing here in the first place but whatever). Anyway historically my preferences for the schedule have been ignored or downright violated on numerous occasions so this time I just told her I didn't care. I figured that way at least I wouldn't get my hopes up unnecessarily about having a fun or even decent schedule. She insisted on pinning me down to something tho, probably precisely so that she can go against it. sigh.
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