procrastinating again
I am so amazingly overqualified for this job it's unbelievable. And yet? That doesn't mean the job will be any easier than if I were merely adequately qualified. If I got it, this job would still eat up my time, absorb most of my intellectual energy, impinge on my dissertation, run roughshod over my emotions, and generally drive me crazy.
But guess what? I don't care. Which is perhaps a mark of how much I miss being in the classroom.
And now I'm off to talk about how many classes I'm qualified and prepared to teach and/or develop. It's kind of a lot. Talking about my scholarship makes me feel like a complete intellectual poseur. Talking about my teaching preparation and abilities makes me feel like I'm not only smart but a capable grownup who should not be messed with. It's better than motorcycle boots and a leather jacket. And that's saying something.
But guess what? I don't care. Which is perhaps a mark of how much I miss being in the classroom.
And now I'm off to talk about how many classes I'm qualified and prepared to teach and/or develop. It's kind of a lot. Talking about my scholarship makes me feel like a complete intellectual poseur. Talking about my teaching preparation and abilities makes me feel like I'm not only smart but a capable grownup who should not be messed with. It's better than motorcycle boots and a leather jacket. And that's saying something.