Life of a Creative Writing Grad Student [and knitter]

The occasional opining of a sleep-deprived grad student, with cheese.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Not Blue, Gray

When you've got the teaching blues, things are going wrong, and you find yourself dreading the classes you teach. Blues are sadness about teaching.

I've got not blues here. I've got a case of the grays. We're talking senioritis from the instructor's position. I don't care. That's the problem. I guess I can come up with interesting lectures/activities. I can. I did it last night. I'll do it again. But they lack the spirit that went into them before. Now they're blah. I'm blah. I don't want to do this. And I can't, on a long term basis. Maybe it's the system I'm stuck in. Maybe. In any case, they can't pay me enough to teach in the classroom next semester. I'll be grading. And happily.

Love and Boredom

So why did the chicken cross the road?
Ruth
To glean grain from the fields on the other side of the road.
McCulley, Darrell A. "Historical-Critical Method Should Apply to Classics, Too." Spectrum 26 September 1997: 3.

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