Fall term is starting… the air is crisp in the morning, hinting at cold days to come. Already, all of my Summer attire is put away. What has taken its place is an incredible crush of last minute revisions to classes, syllabi, homework, and trying to finish up Summer projects! Amid the training sessions, onboarding meetings, and early fall celebrations, it pays being organized and taking out some time for self care.
Which is unfortunate, really. Where did the time go?
The beginning of every quarter always seems to have a tidal wave of work attached to it, but Fall quarter especially so. Why? Perhaps the shorter days? The crop of new students? The implementation of new programs or policies (often well-intentioned, but not always useful)? Whatever the cause, Fall term is crazy. There is a lot of hustle and bustle during the first few weeks, with a lot of work to take care of before things start to settle down.
That’s all right, I didn’t need more than 5 hours of sleep regularly anyway.
So far, classes have been good to me. My classes seem to have good personalities, and my grading pile is small. I only have 13 things to plan and write before Monday. Plus proofreading. Plus photocopying. Plus 100 new names to remember.
Pleasure reading? Oh yeah, I can add things to my fun reading pile. Maybe I’ll get to them after finals.
Oh by the way, unemployment decided to mess up your claims for the past two weeks before classes. As an adjunct, I won’t get paid until mid-October. I have at least 2 weeks of 14 hour days planned, before things will start to smooth out and calm down. But in the meantime, my bank account is getting thin.
I love my job, but parts of your psyche twist under these pressures.
I love to teach. The rewards are incredible, watching people learn.
I just know that I’ll feel better once I collect my first paycheck. I also remember why I’m evil…
I’ll also be plotting the downfall of mankind. In all of my ample free time.