And so it begins
Today I had my first "official" responsibility as a GTA advisor; we had our only workshop with the 2nd years (who I'm working with--funny how orientation is now only one day, when we had two weeks!). It brought me back to a time when I didn't know anyone, felt completely out of the loop coming from psychology, and wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. I never, ever would have imagined that I would someday be working with GTAs myself, much less staying in the English department for so many years. The GTAs today were rather immature (some, not all), and it reminded me that we were, too. We got into a lot of trouble, but I like to think that we kept it out of our classrooms and that few professors (hopefully, if any) knew what (or who!) we were up to.
I made some of the best friendships in my life in that cold room in Norris in August 2003 (oh, the horrible irony), and all of that came flooding back to me today. I don't talk to or see some of the people I met that day, but those whom I do are firmly entrenched in me and shaped who I am today.
A lot of reflection has been going on as I go to teach on Tuesday, for the first time, truly teaching, since April 12. I hope it's a healing time, a healing semester.
I made some of the best friendships in my life in that cold room in Norris in August 2003 (oh, the horrible irony), and all of that came flooding back to me today. I don't talk to or see some of the people I met that day, but those whom I do are firmly entrenched in me and shaped who I am today.
A lot of reflection has been going on as I go to teach on Tuesday, for the first time, truly teaching, since April 12. I hope it's a healing time, a healing semester.