The other day, I wrote about how busy I was. I was called in to be the firewoman for the last 6 weeks of the semester to finish for an instructor who suddenly left. Yesterday, I was called in to the front office because the Academic Adviser was upset when the students claimed I was giving them too much homework.
All I knew was that I had been doing my best to learn the new technology system and how best to teach them grammar, composition, and reading for students whose first language was not English. I thought I was doing well as some of the students told me they were happy to have me there. Until this meeting reared its head. I have never been called in by a University because of the Academic adviser, so I acknowledged some of my technological difficulties with the new system and the challenge of being thrust in with little to no guidance. I was not assigned a mentor (since I entered so late) who was familiar with my classes. Inwardly, I was pissed that they chose to listen to a handful of students about the work load when I knew I was working very hard to be fair.
So, I came home and did what I always do when placed in unknown territory. I reviewed her syllabus (the adjunct who left), reviewed my new information from the computer techie at the University, corrected papers according to the rubric, and moved on. Mike and I attended the new market this morning and then we went to buy some plants for our garden. I didn’t want to leave my desk. As is my nature, I wanted to sit there ruminating until I knew that I could finish my semester successfully. The end of the semester is in two weeks. I would love to be asked back because the job is in my field of interest: teaching English to Speakers of other languages and I feel that given time and some direction, I will rock. But it appears I may not have the say in whether they bring me back for the fall. So, I am glad that I left with my husband this morning to plant those flowers. All we can do is lay roots for our garden and then we move on.