Grading

Nov 04, 2012 10:45

I don't think I'm cut out to teach. I don't want to grade papers next quarter. On one hand, it's nice to flex my editing muscles, but on the other hand.... oh I don't care. I hate reading the bad writing.

And after a very intense week, holding tons of space for Adam, for myself, thinking carefully about my words and intentions, caring for two very clingy kids and creating space for their needs.... the last thing I want to do is have to come up with nice or encouraging words for bad writing of people I don't know. They may be trying their best. But what I want to say is "No. Use spell check for fuck's sake. Stop trying to convert me with every assignment. Please reread what you're sending out. I can't understand what you're saying because it's barely English."

Of course, some it is decent, or the errors are clear to fix. But some people's writing is so bad that fixing the technical errors is only a bandaid for the larger wound.

The money is great this quarter but I'm going to focus on my own writing. In my opinion it's the weakest it's been, but I've got a lot more of it to do! I don't want to hold space for people I don't know. This would be a challenge for me in a good year, but parenting small children means I have less patience for everyone else.

Ugh. How do you teachers and professors deal with this month in and month out? A million kudos to you. And now: back into the mess of rough drafts that await me.

whining, parenting, school, work

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