Just a small warning: there are going to be feelings about teaching freshmen under the cut.

( FEELINGS OH GOD THE FEEEEEEEELINGS )

So I specifically tried to be the hardest, most challenging of all Intro to College Writing instructors last semester. I did this assuming that reading my end-of-term evaluations would be an exercise in masochism and that I was sacrificing popularity for the quality of their writing ( Read more... )

I do love my roomies, heaps and oodles, but one of them is a Boy (in the most boy-ish sense of the word) and he just interrupted my conversation with another roommate about how much my students' papers are Not Fun to grade to tell me how to teach ( Read more... )

SO. HI. YES. I HAVE BEEN IN CAPSLOCK FOR LIKE FIVE HOURS NOW. NOT LIKE LITERALLY OR WHATEVER BUT IN MY HEART, RIGHT, BECAUSE. I FOUND THE PERFECT THINGS.

Breathe.

I was doing the research for my syllabus for next term to avoid writing my dissertation again--whoops--but. BUT. I found this book:


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I am awarding myself an ironic award tonight for completing TWO. WHOLE. SENTENCES. in my dissertation. (Four if you count the two I added and then deleted. [Also. There were like ten hours between each of those steps.] Six if you count the false starts too.)

In OTHER news: I am re-doing my Detective Fiction syllabus for next term. ( WAFFLE ABOUT TEACHING UNDER THE CUT. I HAVE SO MANY FEEEEEELINGS ABOUT TEACHING. AND THOUGHTS. FEEEEELINGS AND THOUGHTS. )

I saw two films today. Because I am no longer a teenager, I did not theater-hop. I paid for both. I think this justifies my upcoming rant tangent digression.

I will just start by saying that my hopes were moderately high for one and abysmally low for the other. Both surprised me greatly.

( ....suuuuspense.... )

This is the latest installment in How Is That Bromance Class Going, Anyway? for those who are interested. Last episode, we were making the transition between the philosophizing and homo-eroticism of the idea of male camaraderie into a discussion of women, feminism, and how female friendships compare/contrast with all the male-dominated ones ( Read more... )

So--to be clear--I love teaching. I love teaching to the "whoa" degree that Mya once described in song. I love students: I love student who make epiphany!face in the middle of class, I love students who finally understand that questioning authority includes questioning me and then do it well, I love students who ask adorable things like, "but I can ( Read more... )

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