04 Aralık 2017, Pazartesi
saat: 17:10
"It is December and no one asked if I was ready."
Yesterday was a pretty decent day. I did healthy things. I ate healthy things. I even took my vitamins & exercised. I worked on reflection papers and finished grading. I cleaned. I’m a real dull person & I’m okay with it.
But then, I had a teaching nightmare. This is odd because my students have been mostly polite, engaging and proactive, and I have had very positive teaching experiences this year. It was the first day of classes in a large auditorium and I really blew it. Usually, on the first day, I have a draft syllabus that I introduce to the students but I don’t give them a copy. I edit it slightly based on our conversation during the first class to take into account students’ interests. In the nightmare, the students were disruptive, there was no meaningful conversation to help direct the syllabus, we kept changing classrooms for various reasons and I (obviously) did a poor job managing the chaos.
As another semester ends, I m trying to decide which is less unthinkable—the idea of returning to the beginning, and having to live through it all once more, or being at the end, and never doing it again?
