A few minutes
So I'll take a few minutes to blog while I'm waiting for my faculty account to be straightened out so that I can post my grades before noon. It was great teaching a class at local university. I'm tremendously grateful for the experience. But I highly do not recommend adjuncting while still a grad student with a full-time course load. It's a lot of work to put together a class for the first time, especially when it's a class for the first time, never having taught a class before. It was a good experience. I had a small class size, and it was a basic survey of material. I do feel that I still have a lot to learn about teaching and a lot to learn about music history before I can feel comfortable, though. Try as I might, it's difficult to get my head around all the details of a hundred year period of time enough to distill the details in a salient fashion. Sure, I can understand it for myself, but communicating it is another matter. It's easy just to slip into the Music History Parade that I went through/am going through as a student, rather than try to be creative. I'm glad for this experience, but I think I need to study a bit more before I teach again. I can't imagine these people who go on the market as fresh A.B.D.'s. I feel like I have so much more left to learn just to get to an adequate level. As soon as I post these grades, another chapter will be closed....
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Last night when I was commenting, I was feeling fit as a fiddle. I had a productive day, and at the end of it, I was feeling the euphoria of cookie dough for 4 different kinds all chilling in my fridge. Today I feel pregnant. I'm totally crashed. I can't go like crazy for days successively. I need to recover today. :)
My brother and sister come this evening. I'm such a worry wart. I kept calling them last night to make sure they didn't forget this or that. They must've been rolling their eyes when they saw my number pop up on the ID again. And my parting words "call me when you get to your gate, just so I know you made it to the airport on time!" Our mom isn't even this bad. But I am worried. They have to get themselves from their school party (it's never easy to tear oneself away from parties) to my aunt's house (an hour away) for my uncle to take them to the airport (another hour away) two hours before their flight leaves. I hope the holiday security lines aren't too bad. Listen to me! Stop!
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Grades are posted. Grocery store awaits.