Last semester I taught 5 classes. Over the summer, I taught two and took one. My college decided to divide what used to be a 16 week couse into 2 “mini-mesters” of 7 weeks each, splitting the course work in half and totally changing the curriculum, 3 semesters ago. This effectively increased my workload without increasing my paycheck, but hey, I’m just an adjunct so I shut up and take the crumbs they offer.
The class I took was 12 weeks – so the entire summer – and it was one ton of work, but I loved it. The classes I taught were 6 weeks each, because summer classes are always shorter.
I had two weeks off.
Tomorrow is my last day till the next round begins. Again, I have five classes. Three are remote and two are totally virtual. I didn’t care for remote at first, but with masking rules and distancing rules (which have worked SO well to end this pandemic – 15 days to flatten the curve, people!) and plastic barriers and “are you vaccinated, you uncaring piece of shit?” I’m happy to be home, in my dining room, where no one cares if I’ve even showered as long as the parts of me that are visible on camera are presentable.
(This is actually quite astonishing, since I was raised by a woman who never left the house without being dressed appropriately, who wore an apron every time she cooked – which is something I’m starting to realize was a really good idea – and who would be totally appalled at the idea of me teaching a college class while wearing shorts.) (They can’t see my legs) (I wear my diamonds, does that count, Mother?) )
I planned to read and sew for two weeks. I didn’t sew as much as I wanted, I did finish 3 cloth books for the sweetest baby ever born, and I finished knitting a scarf, and read three books. I may just have to blog about those books later.
And now it’s Saturday night. I spent half of today in bed, sleeping off a UTI, and the other half on the lawn swing, reading. It was hot and Maverick was being a dipshidiot, and I was just exhausted by life – I climbed into a book and didn’t come out for a few hours – looked around, saw nothing had changed, and climbed into the next.
Tomorrow is my last day before the crazies begin again. I’ll take Maverick for a walk, and write up a welcome message for students who won’t read it, double check dates in my classes because if there’s one that’s wrong, they’ll be sure to point it out, and then maybe just read all day. Or finish the apron I started sewing – because Hazel was right.