Showing posts with label Intro to Film classes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Intro to Film classes. Show all posts

Thursday, July 14, 2016

July 14: Air of Menace, Canceled Class, Drinking

Still, the day had an air of menace.  A broken whiskey bottle by the log, the brown tip of a snake's tail disappearing between two rocks on the hill at my back, the rabbit the dog nearly caught, the rabies I knew was in the county, the bees who kept unaccountably fumbling at my forehead with their furred feet . . .

By the sounds of that paragraph, I bet you can tell this is not going to be a post about gratitude.  Dillard sees danger and menace everywhere--snakes and scared rabbits and bees and rabid animals.  It's a part of the whole landscape of Tinker Creek.

Well, this evening when I got home, I opened my university e-mail and found a message from the English Department Head.  The message line was simply "fall course schedule."  I actually held my breath when I opened it.  With one little click, my entire fall teaching schedule changed.  It seems that, due to low enrollment, one of the Intro to Film classes I was supposed to teach is being canceled.  Instead, I have been offered an evening Intro to Composition class.  Papers.  Presentations.  Surly students who don't want to be in a classroom for three hours, discussing about writing.  Talk about menace and danger.

That also means that I will be teaching two evening classes on two consecutive nights.  It's going to be exhausting, especially since I have to be up for my other job at the medical office at 4:45 a.m.  In a way, I think I would rather face rabid raccoons or skunks.  At least there's a painful remedy for that problem.

Yes, I am whining.  Yes, I am being ungrateful.  At least I still have two classes to teach.  So, there's my attempt at gratitude tonight.  (I have had a couple bottles of Guinness, so that helps.)  After I am done ranting in this post, I am going to e-mail the English Department Head and accept the class.  Dammit.  I just need to be a little drunk to do it.

Saint Marty is already looking forward to the end of the fall semester, and it doesn't start for over a month-and-a-half.


Danger everywhere . . .

Sunday, August 26, 2012

August 26: Last Day of Summer, New Cartoon

Today is the last day of summer.  Tomorrow, I start teaching at the university again.  I've already received e-mails from desperate students, begging me to sign add cards to let them enroll in my Intro to Film classes, which are both filled to capacity.  I'm having a hard time this year moving from summer mode into autumn mode.  I'm looking forward to the classes, but I'm not looking forward to the shorter days, longer nights, colder temperatures.  I'm not looking forward to the extra work.

A month from now, I will have settled into a new routine.  I will have gotten used to teaching again, grading again.  Right now, I want to cling to ninety-degree days and eighty-degree nights.  I'm unwilling to let go.  Yes, I know seasons have to change.  I know leaves have to change, as well.  I know all that crap.

But now Saint Marty has to change with the leaves, too.  Green to yellow or orange or red ink, spilled all over quizzes or exams.

Confessions of Saint Marty