When youāre told you have to teach something < 4 hours before the session.
Iām a graduate teaching assistant, and itās my first time teaching anything. Ever. Iāve never even tutored someone before. And this is a subject that does not thrill most people. Professor and I are both teaching a discussion section this semester, and the syllabus clearly outlined a schedule for which of us teaches on which date. I wasnāt supposed to start until next week, but I checked my email this afternoon, and surprise, surprise ā they sent me all of the material and instructions for conducting todayās section. So I had mere hours to solve the problems myself and think through how I was going to explain them. This is difficult enough without even considering that I had to simultaneously monitor student engagement both online and in-person due to our wacky hybrid COVID teaching setup.
Once I arrived and the professor helped me set up, they noticed they made a mistake with the schedule and apologetically offered to teach the discussion anyway. Since I just went through all of that scrambling to figure all this out, I figured I would do it myself. They were very grateful, but I was so incredibly nervous the whole time. I donāt want to go back and watch the recording, hear my voice⦠There was one thing I couldnāt explain on one of the problems, and I told the professor afterwards, and they said not to worry about it, that it takes students a little bit to understand. Though I seemed able to answer everything else, I feel like it went terribly.
So, now I want to jump off a cliff and lost a huge portion of my day because of a scheduling mix-up. A little pissed off, very traumatized⦠/endrant
I had 1 hybrid class⦠that went online because the STUDENTS decided all online was better- including over 60% of the ones who were attending IN PERSON!!!
It would be much better if everything were online instead. I donāt even think a quarter of the large number of students who opted for in-person instruction have been showing up.
Menās pantsā¦
Started training legs heavy again, now I have a bunch of dress/casual pants that fit in the waist, but I canāt get them over my thighs & ass. Pants are designed for dudes with chicken legs apparently.
Just had to order some Haggar Cool 18 pros which are the stretchy golf pants and the only ones that fit well.
That I canāt just go around strangling the people that have tried to āhelpā during the process of moving into my new house. Nearly every bit of āhelpā has in reality been a roadblock in some way to getting more stuff done.
I dated someone who was just like Ted Bundt. Turns out he was a suspect in a capital murder case in Alabama. Heās the one I was trying to figure out in my Alexithymia thread 6-7 years ago. Turns out he was just a sociopath.
Hired a pet sitter through an app for a vacation. Said to make sure the garage door closes because we have bushes that can blow in and trip the sensor. Also said not to have anyone over because our one cat can die if sheās stressed too much and strangers can be stressful for her.
Day 1: leaves garage door open. Final day: has friend over.
Got home and my house is in fine shape and my cats are alive and happy, but still trying to figure out what level of pissed I am at the dishonesty.