I was feeling good about my teaching.
And then I had a craptacular day.
So I was feeling bad about my teaching.
And then I had some beer.
And I was feeling good about my teaching everything.
And then an acquaintance complained to me about how his wife has to put up with being taught by a tutor turned last-minute lecturer who doesn't know what he is doing. And all the problems he describes are exactly the ones that I had on my craptacular day. And even when I tried to explain how these things come about, he said they are unforgivable, considering how much students pay for their classes.
And I felt bad about my teaching again.
The end.
Friday, August 10, 2007
A bedtime story
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We all have craptacular days. The best teachers I ever studied with had off days, though there off days were usually better than my off days. /sigh
You figure out what went wrong and try to make it go better another time. And you get up in the morning and try again. /comfort
Oh, I'm so sorry! Don't take it to heart. Everyone has off days.
That sucks. But it happens. To all of us.
Talk to me! (You know you want to!)