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Okay, so my readmittance paperwork went through, and now it's time to set up my schedule. I'm teaching two classes in the spring -- one of them is MW (8:00-9:15 am), and the other is online.
Sooo, I start perusing the class schedules, and it becomes evident to me that all of the classes I need clash with the time I'm supposed to be teaching. I could take "Studies in Hypertext," which starts at 10:30 am. If I did that, this would be my Monday:
8:00-9:15: Teaching
9:15-10:30: Driving like bat out of hell from Palm Bay to Orlando, swearing when I can't find any parking spots, and then sprinting to class.
10:30-11:45: "Studies in Hypertext"
11:45-2:00: Travel time back to Melbourne from Orlando, time enough to get to my 2:00 class in Cocoa.
2:00-4:50: "Magazine Writing"
4:50-----: Go home, where I promptly fall down.
Wednesdays would be nearly identical, except that there'd be no 2:00 class, and I'd have to drive BACK to Palm Bay for a 6:00-8:50 Art History class.
This would all be phenomenally less crazymaking if I wasn't teaching the 8:00 am class. Basically, Palm Bay is a half hour south of me, and Orlando is about 45 minutes north of me. Cocoa isn't far at all from where I am. So on Monday and Wednesday mornings, I'd be driving 30 minutes south, and then an hour and fifteen minutes north, and that's just insane.
Blargh. Damn it.
The selection for classes taught for the Writing for Media concentration blow goats, frankly, and I now remember why I used to call UCF "U Can't Finish." Bastards.
I could always try and trade off to teach classes at the Cocoa campus instead of Palm Bay, but I hate teaching at the Cocoa campus. The buildings are old and funky, and I don't know anyone there. Yeah, yeah, I know. Whine.
Well, I'm going to enroll in the Studies in Hypertext class. I may manage to buy myself a few extra minutes if I let class go early and let the professor know the uniqueness of my situation, but it STILL doesn't undo the fact that I'm going to be sucking down gas like there's no tomorrow. *taps chin* I may not be able to teach the 8:00 class. I don't know -- I'll have to talk it over with my dept. chair, and see if I can get any wiggle room with the UCF professor.
It wouldn't be so bad if their selection of classes wasn't so completely sucky. Ah well. I'll figure it out.
Sooo, I start perusing the class schedules, and it becomes evident to me that all of the classes I need clash with the time I'm supposed to be teaching. I could take "Studies in Hypertext," which starts at 10:30 am. If I did that, this would be my Monday:
8:00-9:15: Teaching
9:15-10:30: Driving like bat out of hell from Palm Bay to Orlando, swearing when I can't find any parking spots, and then sprinting to class.
10:30-11:45: "Studies in Hypertext"
11:45-2:00: Travel time back to Melbourne from Orlando, time enough to get to my 2:00 class in Cocoa.
2:00-4:50: "Magazine Writing"
4:50-----: Go home, where I promptly fall down.
Wednesdays would be nearly identical, except that there'd be no 2:00 class, and I'd have to drive BACK to Palm Bay for a 6:00-8:50 Art History class.
This would all be phenomenally less crazymaking if I wasn't teaching the 8:00 am class. Basically, Palm Bay is a half hour south of me, and Orlando is about 45 minutes north of me. Cocoa isn't far at all from where I am. So on Monday and Wednesday mornings, I'd be driving 30 minutes south, and then an hour and fifteen minutes north, and that's just insane.
Blargh. Damn it.
The selection for classes taught for the Writing for Media concentration blow goats, frankly, and I now remember why I used to call UCF "U Can't Finish." Bastards.
I could always try and trade off to teach classes at the Cocoa campus instead of Palm Bay, but I hate teaching at the Cocoa campus. The buildings are old and funky, and I don't know anyone there. Yeah, yeah, I know. Whine.
Well, I'm going to enroll in the Studies in Hypertext class. I may manage to buy myself a few extra minutes if I let class go early and let the professor know the uniqueness of my situation, but it STILL doesn't undo the fact that I'm going to be sucking down gas like there's no tomorrow. *taps chin* I may not be able to teach the 8:00 class. I don't know -- I'll have to talk it over with my dept. chair, and see if I can get any wiggle room with the UCF professor.
It wouldn't be so bad if their selection of classes wasn't so completely sucky. Ah well. I'll figure it out.
