What a Week
Apr. 29th, 2004 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosawI have seen *no* tv at all this week. And that, my friends, that is just wrong.
So much has been happening in RL to kick my atkins-diminished butt. I have a class with 387 students that meets in movie theater; my other teaching gig is about to end and two students who are dear to me beyond the telling are about to graduate; my adviser -- wait for it -- said something positive about my writing; my diss is progressing; I am exhausted.
My 387 person class has 5 Teaching Assistants, which makes it great. Because the whole deal just stresses me out. I am finally nearly myself when I teach it now but only because I disassociate and pretend there are only twenty very quiet students instead of 220. I gave a test the other day and the place was packed. More than a 1/3 just skip regularly and only come for the quizzes. I think they feel anonymous enough that they think they don't need to come to class. Sigh. My subject is, apparently, irrelevant.
On to completely other traumas, G and P are about to graduate. I have known them since they were little, inexperienced first year students, on the first day of their first semester. Because of them I am participating in graduation and I know I will spend the entire ceremony crying. But I am so proud of them. I can see how much they've grown and learned and I feel proud to have contributed to that process in some small way.
I did see Alias and I still love spydaddy and I hope that Sark lives to be villain another season.
So much has been happening in RL to kick my atkins-diminished butt. I have a class with 387 students that meets in movie theater; my other teaching gig is about to end and two students who are dear to me beyond the telling are about to graduate; my adviser -- wait for it -- said something positive about my writing; my diss is progressing; I am exhausted.
My 387 person class has 5 Teaching Assistants, which makes it great. Because the whole deal just stresses me out. I am finally nearly myself when I teach it now but only because I disassociate and pretend there are only twenty very quiet students instead of 220. I gave a test the other day and the place was packed. More than a 1/3 just skip regularly and only come for the quizzes. I think they feel anonymous enough that they think they don't need to come to class. Sigh. My subject is, apparently, irrelevant.
On to completely other traumas, G and P are about to graduate. I have known them since they were little, inexperienced first year students, on the first day of their first semester. Because of them I am participating in graduation and I know I will spend the entire ceremony crying. But I am so proud of them. I can see how much they've grown and learned and I feel proud to have contributed to that process in some small way.
I did see Alias and I still love spydaddy and I hope that Sark lives to be villain another season.
