I’d tell you that everything is running late today. I woke up late this morning, around 11:00 (thank goodness for Sam and Little Jedi letting me sleep!), and at 12:30, I’ve just had breakfast. Little Jedi is sitting beside me wearing his Avengers pajamas, playing with a Batmobile, and watching Max and Ruby. I’d tell you that I wonder where Max and Ruby’s parents are. Sam is sweeping, and I think we could construct a new dog with the fur he’s swept up. We’re supposed to go to the park and get ice cream, but no one seems in any hurry, and it’s ok with me that we’re lazy today.
I’d tell you that my teaching evals this semester weren’t as good as they normally are, and that I’m struggling to find out why. I’d tell you that I’m finding it difficult not to be offended by comments made about my appearance in one of them, and that I’m wondering how often my male colleagues have their appearances commented on and/or my fellow girls with piercings/tattoos hear that kind of commentary. I’d tell you that I recognize some of what happened this semester, but that I’m confused about a lot of it. One of my classes did well and gelled; the other never gelled, and those were the teaching evals that weren’t as good as usual. I’d tell you that I find the evals helpful in some ways, but that in other ways (suggestions that I don’t do enough for students, despite offering multiple conference times, commenting on rough drafts, and offering revision opportunities) I cannot account for the results. I wonder how helpful these things are and if there’s some better way of getting feedback on what happens in a classroom.
I’d tell you that I’m getting ready to teach my first online section of 101 in the fall, and I’m excited but nervous. I’ve taught another course fully online a few times, but it’s a junior level technical writing course. This will be my first time teaching a freshman level course fully online.
I’d tell you that Little Jedi starts his first summer week with his dad tomorrow, and I’m happy for him but sad for me. Little Jedi’s dad and I divorced when he was about a year old, and every summer, since we live within an easy driving distance of one another, we do 1 week here, 1 week there. I’m excited to have the house to myself again so that I can do more comps reading, but I’m going to miss having Little Jedi under my feet all day. It gets quiet around here after about the first 2 days—eerily quiet. I’d tell you that I’m so glad that he has a father who spends so much time with him, and that I’m glad we live close enough to one another to do a 1 week split rather than Little Jedi being gone for weeks at a time.
And I’d ask you, friends, what you’d like to talk about today if we were having coffee.