Slaving away
I have three saved drafts of posts that I haven’t had the motivation to finish. I didn’t get my syllabi and stuff to the printer on time so now I have to print them at Office Depot. I said I’d get my gratitudes blog up over the break and the break’s almost over and it’s nowhere near done. I have a todo list a mile long that’s sitting undone. The last precious minutes of the semester break are rapidly ticking away. My semester is going to be rough because I’ve added an extra class and it’s one I’ve never taught. We have also introduced a new textbook into one class, which means a lot of additional prep work. I’ve tried to do some revamping to public speaking to make it more fun and relevant and less dry. So this semester is going to be a bit of a scramble.
I have no right to complain, though. I have a job, unlike many folks in this country. My job is not under threat, at least not yet, unlike many academics in this state and around the country. My job hasn’t been completely yet unclearly redefined by institutional decisions, unlike some of my current colleagues. I have a home and a good spouse and a wonderful kid who’s grown into a wonderful young woman. I need to remember these things when I’m slaving away. Mostly, I need to remember there’s not even much slaving involved, either.
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