wordinista: (I need a vacation)
This will not be a long, drawn out post about how things are going, because I don't think you really want to know.  So!  BULLET POINTS:

  • Gave Sylvan my two-weeks notice (because Mom needs help with her and my uncle's start-up and she's paying me the same rate as Sylvan).
  • Got a speeding ticket.
  • Got the flu. (AGAIN. WTF. Plague much?)
  • Bronte seems not to be doing any better.
  • Still have not heard about private school job, but did find out that they're still interviewing and that they'll be in touch.
  • Got a "C" on my midterm.
  • Need to finish my resarch paper AND study for final (Wednesday).

Someday I will have a happy post.  I actually haven't posted because I didn't want to be Bitchy McBitcherson.  Then I realized people  might start thinking I fell off the face of the earth.  Not true. 

wordinista: (I need a vacation)
Dude.  There is no excuse.  No. Excuse.  For a 10 year old child being completely unable to read.  I'm talking "has a hard time identifying which sounds go with which letters" unable-to-read.

And you know what?  It wouldn't be so bad if the kid actually cared and actually wanted to work, but oh my sweet monkey jebus, getting this kid to do work is like pulling teeth.  From a rock.

Actual dialogue from work tonight:

Me:  "So here we've got the letter combination 'sm.'"
Kid:  "Yeah."
Me:  "Can you tell me any words that begin with 'sm'?"
Kid:  *long, long pause, during which time he looks all around the class, then periodically back to me to see if I'm still paying attention; I AM*  ...I dunno.  Whatever.
Me:  *counts to ten, stays positive*  What do you do when someone takes a picture of you?
Kid:  Oh.  Uh.  Smile.

NO JOKE.  This went on for the first whole hour of the session.  Mind you, I'm meant to be dividing my time up equally among 3 kids.  This one was SUCH a time-sucker.  I'd ask him to do something while I worked with the other kids, and when I got back to him, he'd done nothing.  And when I say, "do something" it's like, "Please write down three words that begin with the letters 'st.'"

Me:  "...You haven't done any of your work yet?"
Kid:  "Yeah, I don't know how to do it."
Me:  ".............."



Dec. 14th, 2006 09:09 am
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I completely wigged out two of my students yesterday -- 11 year old boys, both of them.  You see, one boy (we'll call him K) had a Halo trade paperback in his backpack, and wanted to read it during out break, and proceeded to tell me that he was a "Halo fanatic" (omgsocute).  Apparently he's not had much exposure to adults who like video games too, because when he realized I was rather knowledgeable on the subject of Halo, Halo II, the upcoming Halo III, and all things XBox, I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

His exact words?  "You're freaking me out!"


(Have I mentioned how much I like my job?  Because I do. <3)

In other news, I started to feel pretty craptacular yesterday and last night.  On my way home from work I picked up some Airborne, because I'd heard good things about it, and reallyreallyreally did not want to get sick two weeks before Christmas.

That stuff kicks so much ass, omg.  [livejournal.com profile] somnambulicious,  I HEART AIRBORNE TOO.  Feeling sooooo much better today!!

wordinista: (Yakko!)

Okay, so... really, I have no complaints about the job.  I like it.  I do.  (Though today I did get a serious pang of longing for my PhD, and thought about what it would take to start adjuncting at UCF, and actually teaching at the college level again, at a campus that is over AN HOUR AWAY, so clearly I have suffered some kind of head injury for even considering it, because I'm having trouble keeping my schedule sane NOW.  And then I started re-reading Gaudy Night, and started to get the feeling that my brain was atrophying because I haven't been using it like I used to, and that makes me sad, and will probably result in me pulling out a crapload of lit books and reading lit-crit just for the sheer hell of it.  But I digress.)

Back to the job.

So, my immediate boss is really nice, and very approachable, and has a kind of subtly snarky sense of humor, which I love.  She's close to my age, and just ... I like my boss.  She's the Director of Education.  HER boss is... I am not sure of his exact title, but I think he's the Center Director.  He's a little older (has a son in high school or college, I'm not sure which), but very nice.

Actually, it kind of astounds me how nice he is.  He's, like... the only words coming to mind are "Eternal Optimist."  Now, I realize that a big part of working with kids and their parents is to be approachable and friendly and basically not-a-jerk.  But, mygod, I can only imagine how exhausting it is for him to be "on" all the time.  He exhausts ME with his cheerfulness.  I mean, I like it, and it does make it easier for me to get into a good mood while I'm there, and I'm not complaining about it -- I'm just marveling at it.

For instance, I received the following email this morning:

Hi [Bunneh],
I hope you received my phone message.  We've had several cancellations and only need you tonight from 5-7.
Thank you!

So, I'm mildly annoyed, because if I had to work a 2 hour shift, I'd rather word from 3-5, but whatever.  I understand how it goes.  So I write back letting him know that I got the email and hadn't heard the phone message yet, but thanks for letting me know about the change.

He wrote back:

Thank YOU for your flexibility.  See ya at 5:00.

.....Oh, my god.  I work for Ned Flanders.

wordinista: (sleepy kitty)
Dear Furuba,

I cheerfully reject your canon.

Love and Kisses,

PS: Congrats on finally ending.  Bravo.

*curls up*

Well, work is still going smoothly, but I'm finding that I'm not terribly keen on working till 7:00.  It inevitably means I don't get home until nearly eight, and THEN I have to figure out something to eat.  Today I cheated and picked somethin up from the grocery store, except I was fucking starving when I did get home, so I stuffed myself a bit, and now I feel all blargh.

I'm more than mildly annoyed with our car for deciding that it needs new tires ASAP.  It feels like the second we start to get our heads above water, something comes along and kicks us in the teeth.

I've gotten quite a bit written on OGAM and quite a bit outlined out as far as the vampire story goes.  Too bad I couldn't be this dedicated to my econ paper. XP  It'll have to be tomorrow.  I have no errands to run (though I am planning on taking Darwin to the park bright and early, weather permitting), so I'll have time to SIT and WORK.  Whee, fun.

Bronte went in for another follow-up on Tuesday -- her PCV count is up to 17% and her weight is up to 8.3 lbs, both of which are excellent signs.  She's going to stay on her current medication dosages for three more weeks and then she's going back to the vet to get checked again.  She's not recovering as quickly as we'd like, but she is recovering, and her body doesn't seem to be attacking the new blood, so that's good.

I've made myself get back into the habit of having actual training sessions with Darwin -- when he was a wee pup, I'd spend about 30 minutes a day (broken up) doing training with him, and he picked things up very quickly.  Lately I've slacked off with the training.  I'm still reinforcing all of his old commands, but I haven't taught him anything new in a while.  This week we worked on playing dead and "wave."   I'm thrilled with how quickly he's picking them up -- the command for playing dead is "Bang!" and we're nowhere near 100% on that one, but we're getting there.

Aaaaand that's about it, I think.  Thrilling, no?
wordinista: (Hatori/Mayu: Hot w/credit for meliachu)

I know I mentioned the "shoujo sparkles" caricature of Darwin I got done last week.  The scanner's broken, but we were able to take a pretty decent picture of the drawing:

Here it is! My sparkly boy! )

Thanksgiving was wonderfully drama-free.  The only thing Tora's parents did that was even remotely annoying was monopolize his brother's time so he wasn't able to come and see us at all while he was in town.  Tora talked on the phone with him once and basically told him not to sweat it, and that if he got here, great, but if he didn't/couldn't make it, not to stress.  I, however, am rolling my eyes at their rampant immaturity. 

Today we're thinking about taking Darwin to the park.  Tora's a bit resistant to this plan, because he's such a nervous "dad" whenever we go to the dog park. He's so afraid Darwin will get hurt, or hurt another dog.  I love watching him play with the other puppies, and as long as the other owners are keeping a watchful eye out, I've found there's usually never a problem.  I'm going to keep trying to get Tora to come around (though my only problem with the dog park is that Darwin is usually filthy afterwards, and he just had a bath on Tuesday, argh).

Things at Sylvan are settling into more of a routine.  I went through training to tutor basic math, and the only thing I have next is training for writing, which will take me no time at all, I'm sure.  (I'm wondering why they had me do math next, instead of writing, but I'm figuring they might need math people more than they need writing people, or something.)

And all of you sniggering about me teaching math... well, keep sniggering.  I'm sticking to basic math, up to a 5th or 6th grade level. I've told them not to trust me with algebra or geometry or anything of the sort. 

The work is actually quite enjoyable, for the most part.  Sometimes there are challenging students, but nothing I can't handle.  There's an element of time management/multi-tasking that I need to get a handle on, but everyone's assured me that that's a skill that comes with practice.

Writing has been going... pretty well, actually.  I got quite a bit written for OGAM and Bump, and I've been working a bit on my original fiction (things have been so stressful lately, the fact that I can write ANYTHING is a major relief).  UT is stalled for the moment as I try and figure something out (the focus seems to have shifted away from the two main characters and onto two other characters, and I didn't want that to happen -- so it needs figuring out).  I've also figured out a plot for a different thing I'm working on (*cough*vampires*cough*), and that makes me happy, because until this week, there had been an utter LACK of plot.  Just a bunch of nifty characters hanging around my head all, "You should totally write about us!"  So that's good.  I'd really love to start on my Yuletide fic sometime soon.  I thought I had my plot settled, but I realized something problematic, so I have to reconsider a few things, dammit.  I'm not going to start panicking until Dec. 1.  That's usually when I start freaking out if I haven't started writing yet.

....And I just realized that I have an economics paper due in something like two weeks.  Crud.

wordinista: (Niamh's Gure-san!  More creds to Ly)

First off -- thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who expressed concern over Bronte.  I've been pretty emotional the past few weeks, and a few of your replies brought me to tears, and I just couldn't think of anything to say.  Thank you.   Your comments and virtual hugs and well-wishes and everything were such a... a balm, I guess.  It takes something really bad in Real Life to remind us just how wonderful such a community of friends can be.

*glomps [livejournal.com profile] tatertott, especially*  We got your card, sweetie.  Thank you. 

Anyway.  Updatey stuff.  Enough with the mush, right? ;) 

Adventures in pharmacology! )

Bronte update (pictures under the cut)... )

This Bunneh is a workin' Bunneh! )

wordinista: (Momiji Hope)
I am officially gainfully employed.  And I'll be teaching again, sort of -- on a smaller scale, which is fine by me.
wordinista: (you drive me INSANE)
All right, so I'm grading.

And then I stumble across this gem. --Y'all know how much I love the novel Pride and Prejudice, and so you'll know why my response when I read this passage was a very loud, "WHAT?!?"

“As she had to support herself early in life, Wollstonecraft strongly felt the economic and social limitations that fell especially hard on women” (Women’s Studies 83). Women could never seem to be treated the way that they should have, and both Austen and Wollstonecraft portrayed this image. Even through the marriage of all five daughters in Pride and Prejudice, none of the marriages were for love.

I'm half tempted to ask if she read the entire novel. Because, dude. Jane and Bingley? Lizzie and Darcy? WTF?

*head explodes*
wordinista: (Usagi-chan)

Your Linguistic Profile:

40% General American English

40% Yankee

15% Dixie

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

This is ... interesting, since I was born in New Hampshire and moved to Florida when I was fifteen. I was consequently teased for having a "Yankee" accent, which, ironically, made me hold on to it more. I do say "y'all," but I believe that's my only concession to the regional dialect. :D

Bleh. I so do not feel like studying for Art History. ... I think I require caffeine.

Oh -- to all who replied to my meme the other day: I'll have interview questions for you... soon. Cramming now.

Hmm. There was something else amusing that I wanted to share. *taps chin*


In my Comp II class, we're reading "The Importance of Being Earnest," which is probably my all-time favorite Wilde piece. And, as with "Othello," I'm making students choose roles and read the play out loud in class. When we got to the point where folks were supposed to volunteer for the parts of Gwendolyn and Cecily, no one was volunteering.

No girls, at least.

Finally, one boy's hand goes up. "I'll read it. What the hell, right? Girls read guy parts in Othello." (Which is true.) So, he's my Gwendolyn.

Another guy's hand goes up. "Sure, why not? I'll be Cecily."

Mind you, the first boy is... total class clown. The second boy is ... VERY masculine. A deep, deep voice. A "guy's guy," so to speak.

I have never. Laughed. SO HARD. EVAR.

They were totally playing it up -- the class was DYING. It was fantastic. And I was observed today (for the second time in a semester, which confuses me), but my peer observer spoke with me after class (she also happens to be my mentor AND my Art History professor), and was like, "Oh my god, what was FABULOUS."

Me: "And yet... oddly appropriate. The Importance of Being Earnest, as done by an all-male cast."

K: "Indeed. Oscar would be proud."

*giggles* It's the end of the semester and I'm getting punchy. Is it obvious?
wordinista: (calm sess)
My mood was pretty grumpy until a few moments ago, between the hugely amusing kitty quiz (at bottom of entry) and the big hug I got from George.

As good a day as Wednesday was on the work front, today sucked. It sucked a lot. In fact, it was one of those "I should SO have stayed in bed" days.

I've already stated how much I hate teaching a two-hour, forty-five minute class. And, really -- almost three hours on an intro comp class? Oy.

But fill that class up with a slew of apathetic twenty-somethings who think there's nothing I can teach them, because I'm not that much older than they are, who think I don't really MEAN it when I give them reading assignments (so they don't do them), and who think I'm just teasing when I point out that I have no tolerance for sleeping in class?

Double oy. There are FIVE -- count 'em, FIVE -- people in that class who aren't on my shit list right now.

Blargh. Headache.

It's only 11:30 (and if you're keeping score at home, you're probably realizing that class should not have been let out for another fifteen minutes -- I got that fed up), and I feel like I've been up all day.

Maybe I'll take a quick fifteen minute cat nap. That should take care of the headache if nothing else.

Actually -- bright side! I don't have to deal with them again until NEXT Friday! And then I can be the uberbitch I warned them about! Whee!

But, first, what helped improve my mood from "crabby bitch" to "amused"!


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wordinista: (Squee! Doggie!)
...Rant ahead. Be prepared.

Okay. So, I teach, right? In fact, I had the BEST DAY at work today. BEST. Today was seriously one of those "I love my job" days. My Brit Lit class finished reading "Pride and Prejudice" EARLY!!!

They READ AHEAD! We can start viewing the BBC movie version on Monday! *cheers* Colin Firth. *sigh* Colin Firth in wet, period clothing. I'll try and control myself in front of the class and NOT pause it at the part where he dives in the lake. ^__^

They were also collectively indignant when they found out they almost had "Dracula" on the syllabus, but that the Dept. Chair advised against 4 novels on a syllabus. They want to finish ALL the readings early so we can tack Dracula on at the end. And, no, I'm not kidding. And, apparently, neither were they.

Have I mentioned how much I love this class? Seriously. Work was so good today.

But, the home part of it? *rolls eyes* I love my mother dearly, but she. is. driving. me. NUTS!

See, she injured her shoulder at Thanksgiving. And it ached her ALL THROUGH Christmas and New Years. I mean... she couldn't lift her arm above her head. So, I was a good daughter and helped her. I mean, I was off work, right? Why not? She refused to go to a doctor, and has since been diagnosing herself on WebMD. (*sigh*)

I can understand the doctor issues -- she stopped working to go back to school and get her graduate degree. So, no insurance. But, there are times when you have to suck it up and just go to the goddamn doctor. This would be one of those times.

So, my entire Christmas break was more or less spent helping my mother, who was DETERMINED to bake enough to feed a small army. Would she accept help? No. Did this bother me? Hell yes.

Anyway. It's now almost February. Apparently Mom has a sprained rotator cuff. It's better though -- a LOT better than Christmas, which is a huge relief.

The problem? I'm still picking up all the housework slack. See, I didn't mind keeping up with laundry and dishes and picking up after my grandfather. (Okay, so I minded when the kitchen got shot to hell RIGHT AFTER I cleaned it, and would have to clean it again, but I digress.)

Let me clarify. I am the ONLY one in this house with a regular, stable job that requires me to get up in the morning and actually WORK. (I love my job, yes, but still -- it's not particularly easy.) George is busy getting his freelance portfolio together, and working on a few freelancey type jobs. Mom is taking one class a week and working on getting a business off the ground. He actually does most of his work in the wee hours, because that's when he does his best work. Mom pitter-patters most of the day and works on her stuff in the early evening.

The LAST thing I want to deal with when I come home is a sink full of dirty dishes and a full, clean dishwasher and a kitchen that looks like the Tazmanian Devil ran through. Nor do I want to come home to Mt. Clothesmore on the living room couch.

Now, on the surface, yes, I probably sound bitchy and unreasonable, because, after all, my mother is injured.

Except for the part where I caught her "touching up" the kitchen walls. Like, with paint. And a paintbrush. O____O!!!! And she's been doing other little Martha-Stewart-esque things to the house lately (and, gods, I HATE Martha Stewart).

So. I now put my foot down.


DAMMIT! So much for putting the foot down. I'm taking her grocery shopping tomorrow. (Apparently she overdid it today. *sigh*)

Anyway. The foot being down. I was going to say that I'm determined NOT to be the FIRST one to swoop in and clean up when it's needed or otherwise swing to the rescue.

God, I'm such a fucking doormat some days. But, really -- she's my mom. Annoying me -- yes. She is. But she's my mother. And, yes, some days I have a hard time having sympathy, because she insists on overdoing it (and she's got a BAD habit of leaving her heating pad on). And ever since the Sam's Club debacle (which involved her overstocking her car until it was bottoming out, which led us to have to drop george off in the middle of some redneck neighborhood while we drove HOME and I went BACK to get him before he had a "Deliverance" interlude), I've had a hard time feeling bad for her (b/c, really -- total "Deliverance" neighborhood -- I could HEAR "Dueling Banjos"). But then I feel guilty for being angry with her, and then I get annoyed with myself for feeling guilty, and then I feel guilty AGAIN because I feel annoyed.

Did I ever mention I'm a former Catholic? Lotsa guilt, there.

So, it looks like I'm taking Mom grocery shopping tomorrow. Here's hoping it takes less than three hours. -__-

*rant over*
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*peers out window, whines* I don't see him!!!

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Meh. I had my fingers crossed for Shigure. *grin* Although Tasuki's cute enough, I reckon. Red hair. Fiery.

Anyway -- up too late last night. Am sleepy. I still have one more class to teach today, and it'll be a miracle if those kids get their full hour, fifteen minutes, because I don't think my train of thought will be worth a damn today. I seriously need to get my internal clock back on track. And I think even the people around me would appreciate it, since I'm the whiniest, crankiest pain in the freaking butt when I'm tired.

Just the person you want leading a class, eh?

On the up-side, my Brit Lit class is STILL awesome. I knew it was going to go well when I walked in after they'd had their first assignment. See, George had scolded me when he saw my book list for the class. He said, "Pride and Prejudice? You're making them read Pride and Prejudice? You're making GUYS read that book? That's a total chick book!"

And what did I hear the guys in the class saying while I was pulling my lecture notes out of my bag? "Dude! Mr. Darcy is SO COOL!"

I could've died happy right then. Because, yes, Darcy is so cool. *sigh* I'm playing the BBC adaptation of P&P for them, and I'm so looking forward to it, because Colin Firth is so very droolworthy. And he's SO Darcy, too. ::melts::

But first... first I must get back to work and make my lecture notes for my dull, boring Comp II class. Necessary evils suck, don't they? *grumble*
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...actually, I had to take it more than once. I am not a donut, dammit!

Well -- a full week, done and over with. I do think this Friday class is going to kick my ass. Imagine trying to talk about something as dull as "intro to composition" for two hours and forty-five freaking minutes! I was going hoarse by the end of it, and my brain was shutting down. I couldn't even formulate a full sentence. My brain was oatmeal. I was up too late last night (again) and had to get up too early this morning (again).

On a happy note -- Evvie's back from Europe! Yay!! *Niamh is STILL dancing around in a little circle, tossing confetti*

Alas, I'm still thwacking my head against the next OGAM chapter. Eugh. I've promised myself that I'll wait for Ev to get over her jet lag before I turn the big sad eyes on her, but it's sooo hard! (I think I'm going to try to seduce her into the fold of the LJ... wish me luck.)

I got it!

Jan. 14th, 2004 05:19 pm
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My class didn't get cancelled! Yaaaay! If it was going to be cancelled, that would've happened today, since it's the last day for drop/add.

Now I can gush about them. They are, quite possibly, the best collection of students I've ever had the pleasure of getting into one classroom. Some of them are really familiar with Brit Lit, and some of them are just curious. Actually, as happy and as excited as I am about this, I'm still nervous as hell -- it's the first literature survey I've ever done. Ever. I mean, I know my stuff, but it's still kind of nerve-wracking the first time, you know?

I didn't realize how worried I was about it until it wasn't cancelled. And, again, a hearty YAY!

I think I might actually try writing tonight! Write what? I dunno. Ooh, I've also got The Big Sleep, which I really want to watch too.

And cookies! I want to make cookies!

This actually almost makes up for the looming wedding disaster. For today, anyway. ;) Actually, I'm finding that if I actively don't think about the wedding, it doesn't bother me. Funny how that works, ain't it?
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Evvie's coming back from Europe this week! Yay!

Seriously, I had no idea how MUCH I talked with her until I didn't. Of course, I was surprised to learn that I procrastinate just as much when she's not on AIM as when she is. I figured I'd get all sorts of work done (like, real work, as opposed to OGAM work). But I've found new and interesting ways to avoid doing work. So if nothing else, I'm resourceful in my timewasting skills.

Witness one such timewasting outlet: This blog.

Well, the Brit Lit class had it's first actual class yesterday, and it was AWESOME. They were already discussing the book before I'd even started taking attendance! (Attendance, by the way, consists of quickly counting to see if there are actually eleven bodies warming the chairs.) It was so freaking fantastic. The class flew by. Class never flies by for me. I'm always struggling to make it stretch, and... all of a sudden I looked at my watch and realized that class was OVER. It was kinda cool, actually. At no point did I ask a question and get the glazed-over-roadkill look in return. Maybe this is positive karmic payback for last semester's hell classes. Because THIS is what I dreamed of when I decided I wanted to teach.


Maybe if I offered to bear the campus president's child I'd get to keep the class. Hmm. Of course, campus president is bald and somewhat resembles a Muppet... Well, I'll find out tomorrow if I get to keep the class or not. I'd like to think that they'd tell me before NOW, but I've learned not to put anything past these yahoos.

One small problem, and I don't know if it's due to work or what, but I've been having a beeyotch of a time doing anything that has anything to do with fic or writing. I know I've got a chapter to write, but I can't seem to make myself think about it, much less write it. I've got a few other small things I want to write as well, but inspiration seems to be at an all-time low. Sometimes stepping away from it works, other times making myself write and working all the garbage out of my system works too. We'll see what works. I just know I'm having a hard time thinking creatively. Maybe it's the school semester starting up, maybe it's worries about the PhD applications, and maybe -- just maybe, coming back home has finally worn on me. I love my mother, I do -- and I get along with her. But I think I need to love her at a distance. Because you CAN be too close to the ones you love.

The wedding is a perfect example. I told her in JULY that I didn't think it was the right time to have a wedding. George and I hadn't saved up anything, and I knew I wasn't going to have time to PLAN the damned thing. Besides which, I'm so freaking disorganized, it's not funny. So Mom, being the Virgo that she is, said she'd plan everything. Sounds great, right?


Mom's got a bad habit of making promises like that to get me to go along with whatever she wants. So, she said she'd take care of the planning, and I agreed. This was July. NOTHING -- and I repeat: NOTHING has been done. Nothing. At all.

And she's still telling people George and I are getting married in May? WTF? HOW? WHERE?

So, eloping has been the hot topic of the month between me and the boy. We've been dating for going on ten years. It's kind of ridiculous NOT to get married. But what's even more ridiculous is what's unfolding right now. We agreed to getting married in May after Mom assured us (practically crying, mind you) that everything would be taken care of. I gave her names of vendors, people to call, what have you. Nothing. Nothing's been done. And when I brought up putting it off for six months? She nearly broke down into tears.

I think I'm being manipulated, and I have no freakin' idea to what end. WHY? What does she have to gain, here?

If I'd known it was going to turn out like this, I would've put my foot down in July. Either that, or I would've gone into this knowing I'd be doing every freaking thing MYSELF. And I would've done it myself.

Actually, being a firm believer in "If you want something done right, do it yourself," I can't believe I agreed to let her handle it. But, ya know, it's my mom. And I should be able to trust my mom, right?

But she's done this my whole life. She's made these great pie-in-the-sky promises ever since I was a kid, and she so seldom follows through with them. I usually just deal with it, and I usually find a way to make things work on my own, but I just didn't think she'd slip back into the same old M.O. when it came to her only child's wedding.

But, when all is said and done, it is my wedding, and if George and I want to elope, we're damned well going to elope.

It just pisses me off, because all of this time that's passed could've been USED to freaking PLAN. I can't tell you how many times I've sat down with her to talk/plan about wedding stuff, and got blown off.

Grrr. I'm never, never letting her talk me into anything again. I mean, yeah, it was a given we were going to get married. But instead of standing our collective ground and saying, "Not this year," we were both suckered in by a teary-eyed guilt trip.

And, wow, I think I've discovered the root of my inability to concentrate on writing.

Normally I'd say, "I'm going to sit down and talk with her about this." But I know it's not going to do any good. I can't frickin' count on her.

So, elopement -- sounding good, no?
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I've only been teaching for... hmm.. this is my 4th semester teaching, but today was the weirdest, strangest day BY FAR.

Today, in my Comp I class was a girl I'd gone to high school with. Not only that, but she was someone I hung out with in high school. Ten years ago. I'm still shaking my head over it. I mean... I know people go back to school -- I have students all the time who are going back to school after being out for ten, even twenty years. We call them "non-traditional students."

But to KNOW one of them? Personally? Weird. Very. We hung out for a bit after class and caught up a little while, and I just found myself praying to whatever deity might have been paying attention that this girl will just write well. I do not want to have to fail this girl.

Today actually was a pretty good day. Had to run errands after work, but it worked out since I got George to take me to our favorite Greek restaurant for dinner. Grape leaves!! And then we came home and watched Princess Mononoke. Really -- perfect end to the day. And it kept me away from the computer, which was a good thing, because I've been fretting too much about OGAM lately. Chapter 38, in my humble opinion, sucks (the first half more so than the second half). I've got all the beta comments back -- I just haven't made any changes yet. I just don't feel like working on it. I was determined to write like a fiend over the break, but the holidays (and Mom's holiday-related-anal-retentiveness) kept that from happening.

Wow, complain much? Yeesh.

I'll work on the chapter -- I can't NOT work on it. It's a disease. But I think having to revamp my syllabi, plus make up a whole new one for the Brit lit class (never mind wondering whether that class is going to stay or go)... I think the work-related stuff might be distracting me from the creative stuff.

I'd like to write this weekend, but I've already promised Mom I'd help her take down the Christmas decorations (she dislocated her shoulder, and refused to wear her sling over the holidays, so it's even worse than it should be -- so, I help). Annnnd, since there are no words to describe exactly how vast my mother's collection of Christmas decoration-type-stuff is, I think it's fair to estimate I'm doing to be packing up little sentimental knick-knacks until the cows come home.

And since we don't HAVE cows, I think tomorrow's going to be a very long day. ;)

But, hey -- another day has passed and I still have the Brit Lit class! W00t!
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Could I just say for a moment how much I freaking HATE making up a syllabus for each class? Please?

Four classes.

Two Comp 1 classes. One held twice a week, one held once a week.

One Comp 2 class. Twice a week.

One Brit Lit class (*still crossing fingers -- haven't heard from Phil yet*), twice a week.

First run through: I forgot to include a school inservice for the once-a-week class.

Second run through: I forgot to include MLK Day for the other three classes.

Third run through: I realized somewhere along the line the dates got FUBARed. Had to re-date all FOUR syllabi.

And... for some reason I've yet to figure out, the twice a week Comp 1 class has exactly the same amount of work as the once a week class... and yet the way the work is distributed, it looks like they've got less. This probably wouldn't be so confusing to me if it weren't midnight.

I think I've got them all squared away now. I'm just waiting for everything to print out and then I'm going to go fall over. Something about dealing with dates makes my brain feel like it's liquifying in my skull. Numbers. Bleurgh.

Ooh! Syllabi, all printed out and pretty! And I didn't run out of ink OR paper!!

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Okay, so it's a thing at the college where I work -- if a class has fewer than X number of people, the class will be cancelled. I think it's probably common at any college/university.

I was warned, when I started begging to teach a Brit Lit survey course (the Romantics to the 20th Century) that classes like that typically don't do well at a (*cough*backwater*cough*) two-year college. In fact, the first, oh, fifty times I asked/begged to teach this course, I was turned down. And then a former student of mine went to the department chair's office, complaining that our campus had gotten rid of our theatre department (moving it to another campus 45 minutes north of us), and that she "absolutely, positively NEEDED" another literature course offered, since she'd already taken the American Lit survey course. (Yeah, you heard me. One literature course offered last semester. American Lit. It so happens to be taught by the department chair, and just so happens to be offered every effing semester.)

So, in the course of one day, I'd received an email from my boss saying that, "No, we can't offer a Brit Lit course this semester," then I went to work. And then, when I got home, there was another email from him: "So, are you still interested in teaching a Brit Lit class?" He really hurts my head sometimes. Really.

Anyway. Registration started in... November, I think. I was recruiting students, my mentor (a Humanities prof) was recruiting students, and the student who had ASKED for the class in the first place was recruiting students. I had twelve. Twelve isn't bad.

And then two students were dropped for non-payment. *sigh* Putting me down to ten. The general policy is that a class has to have at least double digits.

So, we met yesterday for the first time, and I swear -- this group is like a dream come true. They're excited, interested, and some of them NEED the class for transfer credit to UCF. Eleven students showed up. Now, my dept chair asked me for a "head count" in the class, which he could then give to the campus president when he called to plead the case for keeping the class open. During the course of the class, my students had suggested perhaps I count myself in the head count, since he obviously didn't say "a count of students in the class."

So now I'm waiting on pins and needles, waiting for him to get back to me as to whether my class is cancelled or not. I really hope not, because -- first of all, I LOVE this group of students. Love them. If I could have packed them all up in my pocket and taken them home, I would have. Secondly, I get paid by the credit hour. If I lose a class, I make less money. And, really, if anyone knew how crappy the pay was for adjunct instructors, the idea that I could make LESS money would be staggering.

I think -- THINK that the class will stay intact. God, I hope so. I was in such a good mood yesterday when I got home from work. Normally I teach Composition I and II, and those classes are required, so the kids don't really WANT to be there. And trying to make a dull subject interesting for a roomful of 22 bored twenty-somethings will kill anyone's enthusiasm for education.

But now I'm starting to worry, because... well, because the college has a bad habit of screwing me over. In fact, last semester was the worst. I pride myself on my work, and I take my job seriously, and try always to give 100%. I get consistently good student evaluations -- and what did I get last semester? The cruddiest schedule known to man. Four of the SAME class. Four Intro to Composition classes. Imagine, for a moment, teaching the same material over and over and over and, yes, over again. Actually, it was last semester that really drove me to decide to apply for PhD programs. Otherwise I'll never get a chance to teach at a proper university -- no room at all for advancement.

I did NOT get this far in student loan debt -- I did NOT bust my hump to get an MA in literature from the George Washington University to end up teaching composition at a two-year college.

*sigh* I really hope they don't cancel my class. I don't THINK they will. And the dept chair doesn't think they will -- but I've been burned too many times by these jerks.


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