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Tom Coburn is a Big Fat Jerk


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Thursday, March 02, 2006

I hate my job

And I'm not at all convinced the situation can be rehabilitated.

The tipping point came when, on Monday, I was given my schedule for Fall, only to discover they have essentially scheduled me full time, but will only be paying me three-quarter time. Yet they tell me they don't want to lose me. Yet I had ceased my preparations for job hunting a month or so ago because they told me they were putting me full time.

Education has been Wal-Martized.

I said nothing at the time --- I only nodded and grunted uh huh. But when I got home, months of suppressed frustration and burn out and annoyance came bubbling to the top, and I decided no more.

I've come to realize there is no possible way I can turn around a lifetime of educational neglect in a single semester. I've come to realize I'm not the least interested in classroom power struggles with 20 year olds. I've come to realize the occasional flashes of brilliance and hope I see in one or two students a semester doesn't make up for the 50+ who've been passed on their entire lives.

I can't even write anymore.

So I'm making some decisions. The first is do I teach over the summer, or do I bail early? The only thing I know at this point is, come fall, I won't be teaching.


At 12:07 PM, Blogger MJ said...

Ok. This is progress. You have decided to live.

At 12:18 PM, Blogger Cookie said...

Odd. That was exactly what my reaction was. :=D

At 3:34 AM, Blogger MJ said...

Now if I can follow your example and also decide to live.


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