dribbles and drabbles
Nov. 29th, 2004 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinReally boring i have heard through the grapevine that we may be moving to the new facility next semester. i'm not looking forward to that, but if we have to move, i guess i'd rather it was while i was here to take care of my stuff, than have someone do it over the summer while i'm gone. But, i'm not giving up my vacation to stay and move my office.
If we move, usually i don't play the if game, but, if we move i probably won't be so inclined to teach at the nursing college since it won't be nearly so convenient. On the one hand, i do like the students, well most of them. Actually in all my years, i think i can count on one hand the students i have absolutely not liked. Many i could gladly kill because of their lazy attitude toward study, but only a rare few that i actually disliked. It's fun to teach plain old English, not academic stuff, but i don't believe the nursing students need general English. Which brings me to a reason not to go back, the nursing college has got to be one of the three most messed up scholarly establishments on the planet of earth. There is no syllabus, the director of the English unit is very cavalier about the courses, no linear continuity, but the midsemester and final are unified. But there is no set date for either exam. And go ahead and tell the students it will be this day, and then on the last day of the week before the first day of the exam, go ahead, change the date. Just throw the book at us,and tell us to go teach. As a whole the dynamic of the girls class has me puzzled. About six girls and i have gotten sideways with each other. Tomorrow i'm going to have to put my foot down and get mean. Actually, i hope those girls leave. They are a disruption to the class. i have written up a list of class rules. i will stick to them. To the letter.
The boys are angels compared to the girls' class. The boys are finally loosening up with me. That relaxed atmosphere promotes learning. i'll miss them, if i don't go back next semester. I spoke with Dr. Amal today about the pay. Some of the others from AHS have had to produce a salary statement to get paid. i haven't. i asked about this. She doesn't know. And didn't offer to find out. And didn't give me any names to check on this myself. i have the notion to say i'm not going to teach another semester until i get paid for the first one.
Got a line on another part time gig, this one in the business sector. As a liason between the Egyptian/Kuwaiti owners of the company and the U.S. military. Last night i worked with them for about 3.5 hours. The CEO was pleased with my work, but i didn't receive the call back i was expecting tonight. So now i'm left to ponder the reason for that. Was it the proverbial blow job? Got me to do something for free and then disappear? i honestly think not. Did he decide i wasn't needed for tonight? Most likely this is it, but there is a strong culture clash. i've been thinking about whether or not i should make a point of this. In MY culture it is not only acceptable, but expected to be notified if there is a change in plans. In this culture it isn't, and because i am a woman, it is even more not. (i know what i mean)
And now Master is telling me He may have to go way up north the week of the 4-9th of Dec. Oh, yea, i'm hjappy about that. Words cannot express how much i dislike this situation. i would almost rather NOT have Him, i.e., have Him in some totally safe place like Huston, Texas, or Pocatello, Idaho, than have to have Him up north, just so we can be together. Yea, like now, we're together. On the same side of the equator at least. In the same hemisphere, at least. But not what i would call together.
But i digress.
The storm has gone, the air is clean, i have found a star chart of the night sky right above where i live. i can see the pumping station. My hometown had it's second snow. i am spinning out of control in my eating. (refer to the paragraph above) i don't have a snowball's chance in Saudi to finish my writing project, before November 30, midnight. But i will finish it. i have a plan in mind for another one for next year. This time i will spend the year with an outline and story board kind of thing, to keep it going in a straight line from beginning to end. The one i am working on now follows the Aunt Blanche theory of getting from here to there. Take the gravel road. Much more beautiful a trip, but takes twice as long to get there.i look at my mobile and remember last summer with a smile.
i bought a new day book for next year. Clie seems to have developed a distinct stubborn streak. Master is going to take it back to the States when He goes. It's less than a year old and not working properly. Perhaps i have not evolved enough to have an electronic day book.
If we move, usually i don't play the if game, but, if we move i probably won't be so inclined to teach at the nursing college since it won't be nearly so convenient. On the one hand, i do like the students, well most of them. Actually in all my years, i think i can count on one hand the students i have absolutely not liked. Many i could gladly kill because of their lazy attitude toward study, but only a rare few that i actually disliked. It's fun to teach plain old English, not academic stuff, but i don't believe the nursing students need general English. Which brings me to a reason not to go back, the nursing college has got to be one of the three most messed up scholarly establishments on the planet of earth. There is no syllabus, the director of the English unit is very cavalier about the courses, no linear continuity, but the midsemester and final are unified. But there is no set date for either exam. And go ahead and tell the students it will be this day, and then on the last day of the week before the first day of the exam, go ahead, change the date. Just throw the book at us,and tell us to go teach. As a whole the dynamic of the girls class has me puzzled. About six girls and i have gotten sideways with each other. Tomorrow i'm going to have to put my foot down and get mean. Actually, i hope those girls leave. They are a disruption to the class. i have written up a list of class rules. i will stick to them. To the letter.
The boys are angels compared to the girls' class. The boys are finally loosening up with me. That relaxed atmosphere promotes learning. i'll miss them, if i don't go back next semester. I spoke with Dr. Amal today about the pay. Some of the others from AHS have had to produce a salary statement to get paid. i haven't. i asked about this. She doesn't know. And didn't offer to find out. And didn't give me any names to check on this myself. i have the notion to say i'm not going to teach another semester until i get paid for the first one.
Got a line on another part time gig, this one in the business sector. As a liason between the Egyptian/Kuwaiti owners of the company and the U.S. military. Last night i worked with them for about 3.5 hours. The CEO was pleased with my work, but i didn't receive the call back i was expecting tonight. So now i'm left to ponder the reason for that. Was it the proverbial blow job? Got me to do something for free and then disappear? i honestly think not. Did he decide i wasn't needed for tonight? Most likely this is it, but there is a strong culture clash. i've been thinking about whether or not i should make a point of this. In MY culture it is not only acceptable, but expected to be notified if there is a change in plans. In this culture it isn't, and because i am a woman, it is even more not. (i know what i mean)
And now Master is telling me He may have to go way up north the week of the 4-9th of Dec. Oh, yea, i'm hjappy about that. Words cannot express how much i dislike this situation. i would almost rather NOT have Him, i.e., have Him in some totally safe place like Huston, Texas, or Pocatello, Idaho, than have to have Him up north, just so we can be together. Yea, like now, we're together. On the same side of the equator at least. In the same hemisphere, at least. But not what i would call together.
But i digress.
The storm has gone, the air is clean, i have found a star chart of the night sky right above where i live. i can see the pumping station. My hometown had it's second snow. i am spinning out of control in my eating. (refer to the paragraph above) i don't have a snowball's chance in Saudi to finish my writing project, before November 30, midnight. But i will finish it. i have a plan in mind for another one for next year. This time i will spend the year with an outline and story board kind of thing, to keep it going in a straight line from beginning to end. The one i am working on now follows the Aunt Blanche theory of getting from here to there. Take the gravel road. Much more beautiful a trip, but takes twice as long to get there.i look at my mobile and remember last summer with a smile.
i bought a new day book for next year. Clie seems to have developed a distinct stubborn streak. Master is going to take it back to the States when He goes. It's less than a year old and not working properly. Perhaps i have not evolved enough to have an electronic day book.
