Hi Blog Thread!
Long time no see. I've been teaching Freshman composition for just over a month now--it's exhausting and unbelievably time-consuming. Grading is probably my least favorite part of the job: it takes me 20-60 minutes to grade each essay, and I have 23 students. Between major essays, I grade free writes and short response papers and answer emails and have conferences with students and prepare for the next class (it takes me 3-6 hours of prep per hour of teaching). I also have eight units of my own classes, and eleven hours per week of tutoring work, and two or three online editing jobs a week, and I'm the student grader for a business professor, and I
supposedly have a social life.
I haven't been grocery shopping in about two weeks, and the laundry's piling high...
But it's also exhilarating. I'm in charge of the classroom, entirely! I decide when we read and when we write and when we talk--and when we watch relevant YouTube videos or tear apart
horrifying Lyndon LaRouche ads. It's so much fun to watch students get excited about the material, and when an essay genuinely improves between drafts, I'm thrilled.
Plus, it's reassuring to realize that I don't need to struggle for authority. It doesn't really matter whether it's because I've been granted the title of "instructor" by some higher power, because I seem competent, because I dress up to teach, or because they simply don't care; regardless, I have their attention and respect. It's nice. (I haven't been asked how old I am yet, which I can only hope will last the year--5 weeks down, 26 to go.)
I'm taking a break from grading my students' second papers now. Composition instructors are blessed, in that writing is so intensely personal; I sometimes feel like a fly on the wall of my students' brains (though, admittedly, I've never met such a meddling, noisy fly, with pencil and gradebook in hand), watching 23 young adults figuring out how to live on their own and manage responsibilities and think outside of their parents' boxes.
tl;dr? Life's hectic, but fulfilling. And that's how it should be, I think.
Elizabeth
P.S. Rachel, I don't know you well, but I'm praying my best secular prayers for you and your dad, and I'm glad to hear he's doing better. How scary that must have been!