I have wanted and continuously failed over the years to keep track in a day to day sort of way for a single quarter of teaching. I start and then I poop out or forget to do it or say why bother. I feel that happening right now...
I don't find the teaching of writing very instructive, or informative, or inspiring, or heart warming, or productive, or much of anything for that matter but a job. One I have been doing for over 30 years. Maybe that's the problem. Over thirty years.
Somewhere along the line I could have used a break. But there are no breaks for non-tenued teachers of writing. None of those sabbiticals those professorial types get. See, there I go again. Just thinking about my job irks the hell out of me. I have the summers off of course; most people in the real world don't have whole summers off. But of course I always teach summer school, so I shouldn't say I am off during the summer. I am not off.
I could be off. But I can always use the money. Not that I am broke or anything or on the way to the poor house. But there's always some use for it. I make it and it gets used up some way or the other.
Righjt now I wonder if I have enough stuff to do for tomorrow's class. I gave them some readings to do for both classes. Of course, I have enough to do if they will read the material. But most of them won't read the material and it's a bit hard to have a discussion or to make instructive points when they have not read the material.
Right away I feel this little side blog is going to be a bust. If all I can come up with, if all I can feel growing bigger and bigger is frustration.
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