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A bit of this, a bit of that

So, working feverishly, so haven't been able to focus all afternoon. Fortunately, I can go home soon--IEC (Institutional Effectiveness Committee, a subcommittee of the College Strategic Planning Committee)was cancelled for today because too many people couldn't be there. This committee is significant enough in the grand scheme of things that my chairman assigns my courseload around the committee meetings. How bizarre.

We're doing Irene's memorial service tonight, then meeting to talk about some Augusta-Grace chapter stuff. Rowan has been in tears 3 times this week over this chapter and what has been going on with it. I understand that as Matron she feels responsible, and that's part of it. I think a bigger part is that she really wants to tell people what she thinks of them, and she just isn't willing to A) have people know that deep inside she's a micromanaging demon with strong opinions and very little tolerance for bullshit, childishness, and a host of other "ishnessess"--that would ruin her image as sweet, compliant, competent Loie and B)burn bridges she isn't willing to have go up in flames, even though the current situation is making her downright miserable.

I'm not much help, because I've been willing to ditch this crowd for 3 years. But, I do my job, I show up when she needs me, and I try not to whine at her (or put her down). So, at least none of this is "my fault" and she has someone to complain to. She claims to "not care" anymore, but, last I checked, you rarely cry about things you "don't care" about. Our DD (District Deputy Visitation) is April 19, and she's stressing about that (quite reasonably-it's the biggest deal for the chapter all year), but maybe once it is done she'll get some perspective, and just tell the truth: the chapter is dying and she's not responsible. One person can't fix things.

My students had to write an in-class essay today. They were awful. I gave them the essay based on what had been happening in class. They seemed to understand the material. The process. What a g**d***ed thesis is.

I was wrong. And gee, looky there. Four weeks left in the semester.

And let's not even talk about the annotated bibliographies I got from my sophomores, shall we.

I'm thinking of putting something in my syllabii along the lines of the following for all future classes:

"In this class I promise to treat you like an adult. That means I will provide you with information and the tools to use that information. I will listen to your ideas. I will answer your questions. I will discuss intellectual issues associated with the course content with you. I will fairly assess the work product you turn in or demonstrate.

I will not be your elementary school teacher, taking you line by line through your reading assignments. I will not be your mother, reminding you to do your homework.

College students are expected to be adults taking college classes. If you are not ready to accept the level of personal responsibility that comes with that, perhaps you need to re-evaluate your short-term and long-term plans."

Well, at least writing it made me feel better.

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campagnella
Apr. 5th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
**hugs** sounds like a tough week.

Hope things get better. I guess I thought you were teaching High School and not college. Man... you've got it rough. *big hugs*
dagonell
Apr. 5th, 2007 09:15 pm (UTC)
The frightening part is that I was encountering students like that in GRAD SCHOOL!!!!
-- Dagonell
bnsysabeau
Apr. 10th, 2007 01:13 am (UTC)
Thanks for that, like dagonnel the only change I would make is mention that while I may be 10 years older than you, I'm your peer, not your mommy...


***hugs*** At least the semester will be over in about a month, no?

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