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Feb. 17th, 2005 06:49 pmThis morning i had a very nice entry. Then the heel of my left hand and the thumb of my right hit separate keys at the same time and i lost everything. And it was really good, too.
i mentioned how much i love teaching writing, and wondering why that is so. It is as labor intensive for the teacher as it is for the student. My first meeting with this semester's class went fairly well. i was amazed that there were only eight girls who showed up. The class list had 18 names. There are a couple of reasons for the small size. One is the intensity of the course. Fall behind by even one day, and a student may never catch up. For the majority of the students this is one of their busiest semesters. i can understand wanting to lighten the course load. Most students are carrying 17-19 hours this semester, some even more. Cutting out 6 hours is a huge chunk. Some students are afraid of me. i'm sure when the word got out that i was the only one teaching this course this semester many opted for the easy out. Take their chances for having me for the summer semester. Trouble is, they may not get a chance. With a 15 student limit on summer the summer course, over fifty students, and only two teachers qualified to teach it, almost half of them may be forced to wait until September. i am not teaching this summer.
The small class is made up of girls who, for whatever reason, have 9-12 hours this semester. They may have failed one or more courses in the past and are taking this semester to make them up. They can't move on until they have all of their first, second, and third semester courses passed. It will be nice for me, because this is the Chernobyl group. The people who taught these girls last semester believe these kids havereal cognitive problems. They aren't only lazy, they don't know how to think. A small number will allow more personal help. Of course, Saturday may be a whole different ball of wax. The class size may double because tomorrow is the end of the drop add period. Those students, if there are any, will have to play catch up for the rest of the semester.
Max nearly lost his life this morning. i have to remember to either close the kitchen door when i have food setting out on the counter, or not leave food out on the counter. Max tried cinnamon bun dough. i found one of the rolls on his couch. At first i was tempted to wash off the dog hair, but then i saw teeth marks. i should have let him have it. And then laughed at him when he became uncomfortable as the yeast dough rose in his stomach. But i didn't. And he had a full dish of food. The skunk.
It was a beautiful day today. i had windows open most of it. i wanted to go someplace just so i could have the car windows down and my new car radio/cd player blasting out some early Johnny Lang. But i didn't. i had no particular place to go so i stayed put until it was dog running time.
Sarah had a couple of lost time episodes yesterday. When will this get settled?
i have not had an opportunity to talk with Master since He's been gone. i imagine He is busy settling affairs and playing with grand baby.
i know i had written much more this morning.
i mentioned how much i love teaching writing, and wondering why that is so. It is as labor intensive for the teacher as it is for the student. My first meeting with this semester's class went fairly well. i was amazed that there were only eight girls who showed up. The class list had 18 names. There are a couple of reasons for the small size. One is the intensity of the course. Fall behind by even one day, and a student may never catch up. For the majority of the students this is one of their busiest semesters. i can understand wanting to lighten the course load. Most students are carrying 17-19 hours this semester, some even more. Cutting out 6 hours is a huge chunk. Some students are afraid of me. i'm sure when the word got out that i was the only one teaching this course this semester many opted for the easy out. Take their chances for having me for the summer semester. Trouble is, they may not get a chance. With a 15 student limit on summer the summer course, over fifty students, and only two teachers qualified to teach it, almost half of them may be forced to wait until September. i am not teaching this summer.
The small class is made up of girls who, for whatever reason, have 9-12 hours this semester. They may have failed one or more courses in the past and are taking this semester to make them up. They can't move on until they have all of their first, second, and third semester courses passed. It will be nice for me, because this is the Chernobyl group. The people who taught these girls last semester believe these kids havereal cognitive problems. They aren't only lazy, they don't know how to think. A small number will allow more personal help. Of course, Saturday may be a whole different ball of wax. The class size may double because tomorrow is the end of the drop add period. Those students, if there are any, will have to play catch up for the rest of the semester.
Max nearly lost his life this morning. i have to remember to either close the kitchen door when i have food setting out on the counter, or not leave food out on the counter. Max tried cinnamon bun dough. i found one of the rolls on his couch. At first i was tempted to wash off the dog hair, but then i saw teeth marks. i should have let him have it. And then laughed at him when he became uncomfortable as the yeast dough rose in his stomach. But i didn't. And he had a full dish of food. The skunk.
It was a beautiful day today. i had windows open most of it. i wanted to go someplace just so i could have the car windows down and my new car radio/cd player blasting out some early Johnny Lang. But i didn't. i had no particular place to go so i stayed put until it was dog running time.
Sarah had a couple of lost time episodes yesterday. When will this get settled?
i have not had an opportunity to talk with Master since He's been gone. i imagine He is busy settling affairs and playing with grand baby.
i know i had written much more this morning.
