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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.

Monday, February 27, 2006

I'm getting ready to start seeds again

I'm still operating at quarter speed --- fortunately, I'm no longer sick but the whole thing really wiped me out.

However, today I purchased bleach to sterilize my seed starting flats and containers. Which is a sign that it's all getting ready to start all over again.

I'm also spending my entire income tax refund on trees --- as of now, it looks like I'll be planting two windbreaks of slash pines and a couple of pecans.

I have some smaller trees going which I hope are big enough to plant next year, including a bur oak sitting in a pot in the bathroolm which is producing leaves.

I also may quit my job after summer semester. Every time I sit down to grade, I --- I --- I just can't stand it anymore. It's sucking the life out of me and I'm not being paid enough to compensate for what I'm losing. So --- well, I don't know. It's not looking good, however.