Some days
Obligatory pissy post commencing.
Everything sucks. Waa waa waa. Complain complain complain. Everything sucks.
I'm mocking myself before I even get started. Some days are so pissy and blase that I deconstruct my own pissing and moaning before the pissing and moaning really begins.
Had two students blatantly plagiarize on their essay assignments. Blatantly. Caught them yesterday, delivered the news today. It's surprisingly frustrating for me, as an instructor, because I had given so many other students the benefit of the doubt on other occasions--unrelated to plagiarism, of course. This betrayal of my trust makes me feel defensive towards all my students when I should not be. Most of them are very trustworthy folks with good ideas and promising educational opportunities. Two of them, clearly, are not.
Moving is awful, especially this close to the end of the semester. Compounding frustrations--no socks, lack of dishes/cookware, books piled on the floor in my old house that need to be used now, readings neglected over the Thanksgiving break were unbearably complicated and now I'm expected to have mastered them, desperate lack of money, inexplicable headaches lead me to believe I'm grinding my teeth in my sleep (and other times I'm not thinking about it), willful neglect of necessary sleep, unfamiliar feelings of incompetence distracting me from the work I need to be doing now.
The weather sucks. Gray skies all day, wet snow flurries rushed out of the sky like tiny angry demons to soak the world. Wind that rips like icy teeth across exposed skin. Coats and jackets restrict movement. Claustrophobia in one's own clothes. Anything but that cold.
I let out these frustrated sighs periodically as if I could exhale the waiting, the temporariness of everything wintertime this year... and it's not even winter yet.
Some days, I should have been an architect.
Everything sucks. Waa waa waa. Complain complain complain. Everything sucks.
I'm mocking myself before I even get started. Some days are so pissy and blase that I deconstruct my own pissing and moaning before the pissing and moaning really begins.
Had two students blatantly plagiarize on their essay assignments. Blatantly. Caught them yesterday, delivered the news today. It's surprisingly frustrating for me, as an instructor, because I had given so many other students the benefit of the doubt on other occasions--unrelated to plagiarism, of course. This betrayal of my trust makes me feel defensive towards all my students when I should not be. Most of them are very trustworthy folks with good ideas and promising educational opportunities. Two of them, clearly, are not.
Moving is awful, especially this close to the end of the semester. Compounding frustrations--no socks, lack of dishes/cookware, books piled on the floor in my old house that need to be used now, readings neglected over the Thanksgiving break were unbearably complicated and now I'm expected to have mastered them, desperate lack of money, inexplicable headaches lead me to believe I'm grinding my teeth in my sleep (and other times I'm not thinking about it), willful neglect of necessary sleep, unfamiliar feelings of incompetence distracting me from the work I need to be doing now.
The weather sucks. Gray skies all day, wet snow flurries rushed out of the sky like tiny angry demons to soak the world. Wind that rips like icy teeth across exposed skin. Coats and jackets restrict movement. Claustrophobia in one's own clothes. Anything but that cold.
I let out these frustrated sighs periodically as if I could exhale the waiting, the temporariness of everything wintertime this year... and it's not even winter yet.
Some days, I should have been an architect.