I've come to a few conclusions:
1. Until I can get my brain with a working de-fogger, I need to go back to the routine I can teach in my sleep. This past semester was no better than the one before. I mean, yeah, there is call for teaching more than MLA style, but I'm not sure I can do it. Not right now, at least.
2. Three classes per semester is too hard on me right now. I've got too many balls in the air as it is. Yes, the extra income was nice, but I just can't handle the extra workload right now. Maybe in a few years if I can get this mess to clear up.
3. It seems like this semester's classes were far less prepared for hard deadlines than any of the other classes I've had the past few years. I've had a lot of people simply not turning in stuff, or not participating in workshop. Zeros are not good. I had a lot of people simply not paying attention to directions, and a lot more that just...didn't do the work. I've had more of the bottom half of the grades continuum this semester per class than I've had even in dumb classes. And these weren't dumb classes.
4. I've also had a lot more NAGGING this semester. "But...can't I do this to improve my grades?" "No." "How about that?" "How about we wouldn't be having this discussion if you'd been paying attention to the deadlines, and/or your grades, and/or instructions on how to turn shit in all fucking semester, shitbird?" "Can I...?" "No."
Just thinking about this is exhausting. Think I'm going to go make a pot of coffee.
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