On Monday, two days from now, I will arise at 6 a.m. to teach an 8 a.m. class of conditional college freshmen. They are EIP students--Eagle Incentive Program--who have the potential skills to survive in college, but must prove themselves by taking three courses over five weeks in the summer. I've done this once before, and the students really give it their all, because they really want to be in college and away from Mom and Dad.
The class is ENGL 1101-- a class I have taught many times before, but not five days a week for five weeks. It took some work to revise my syllabus, but I think I can get all of the important information across in that short period of time. Best of all, the end result is a summer paycheck, something most adjunct faculty are very grateful to have.
I am feeling a little ambivalent. My heart has retired, but my body still has to work for a semester. I hesitate to wish my life away, yet here I am, confessing to my blog that I am doing just that.
This summer, after losing 35 lbs. since January, I planned to lose 35 more. Not happening.
This summer, I planned to thoroughly clean every room in my house. Not happening.
This summer, I planned to spend several months working to help the lighthouse board get moving. Not happening.
But I will be sending 20 m0re literate kids into the University, and I will have well-balanced, grammy-loved grandchildren. Life will go on, and I will find a way to make what's next the very best I can.
The class is ENGL 1101-- a class I have taught many times before, but not five days a week for five weeks. It took some work to revise my syllabus, but I think I can get all of the important information across in that short period of time. Best of all, the end result is a summer paycheck, something most adjunct faculty are very grateful to have.
I am feeling a little ambivalent. My heart has retired, but my body still has to work for a semester. I hesitate to wish my life away, yet here I am, confessing to my blog that I am doing just that.
This summer, after losing 35 lbs. since January, I planned to lose 35 more. Not happening.
This summer, I planned to thoroughly clean every room in my house. Not happening.
This summer, I planned to spend several months working to help the lighthouse board get moving. Not happening.
But I will be sending 20 m0re literate kids into the University, and I will have well-balanced, grammy-loved grandchildren. Life will go on, and I will find a way to make what's next the very best I can.
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