Remember how I have been teaching one class for the first half of the semester, but I am picking up the second half of another class? The handoff is next week, and tomorrow I am meeting the students and also, voluntarily, running a 75-minute class on a complicated topic.
Eek.
The students are not a happy group at the moment. Their first exam was a bear, so much so that my co-instructor is still dealing with the fallout. I'm hopeful that they'll be open-minded and glad for a change of pace, but some of them may have just decided that they're going to hate the class. Here's hoping we get off on the right foot.
I love my job. Walking to work makes me happy; I love my sunny little office with its big south-facing window. I gave my first exam last week and I tell l you what: I was nervous as a cat. Too easy? Too hard? Too long?
I think it worked out beautifully. I have just deleted some specifics, because it is probably better to be vague. But I will tell you that a student whose initial reaction to her graded exam sounded hostile came to see me in my office. She said she wished she had done better, but she told me twice: "This was a really good test." The conversation made my day.
Here's hoping I don't say anything too stupid in front of my co-instructor. (Who is, BTW, on the committee that's searching for someone to do this job next year. Nooooo stupid, please. Stay far away, stupid. Dr. Gladly hopes to stay employed.)
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