29 Aðustos 2017, Salý
saat: 20:28
Some thoughts as the new semester starts in a new institution:
* The goals and outcomes I am required to put on my syllabus make me depressed; they are the illusion of controlling what cannot be controlled.
* I desperately needed A’s when I was in college because I didn’t know what else I was besides an A. But I can't tell my students now those who aim for A’s don’t get as many A’s as those who abandon the quest for A’s and seek knowledge or at least curiosity. They won't hear it.
*Students are surprised by this fact: I really really really want them to learn. Like, that’s my THING. Really really a lot.
*I get nervous before each class because I want to do well.
*When I over-plan my lessons, less learning happens.
*I have to plan first and THEN abandon the plan while still remembering its outline.
*It’s hard to figure out whether to be a cop or a third-grade teacher. I have to be both.
* Secret: Every professor who looks like they're keeping everything under control has apparently been at a point of crisis in their lives where they had no idea what the fuck to do.
This is, thankfully, not one of those points for me. At least, not for now.
