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Friday Morning Ramblings

When I looked at the memo regarding grades, I read that they were due 5-6-11, so I spent the last two weeks grading feverishly to be done by today.  Yesterday at about 4:30, a colleague informed me that grades aren’t due until 5-9-11.  I’m not dyslexic and don’t normally invert numbers or letters, but this time I did.  The bad news is that I pushed myself excessively for no real reason.  The good news is that I’m done with grading.  After graduation tomorrow and tying up a few loose ends on Monday, I’m free from the college for a month.  All of my attention and energy can now be directed onto the farm and the final edit of book three (By the way, be looking for an announcement about The Fall of Dorkhun next week).

Last night, I was so exhausted I fell asleep around 8:30 and didn’t stir until 6:15.  I had forgotten to turn off the alarm on my phone or I probably wouldn’t have awakened then.  I’ve experienced both physical and mental exhaustion, and while neither one is pleasant, I’ll take physical every single time.  Mental exhaustion is excruciating.  When my brain is taxed, I can’t concentrate on anything and even menial tasks (like reading the date on a memo) become difficult.  Also, there’s an element of stress that comes with mental exhaustion that’s absent with physical exertion.

Today, I’m going to head out to the farm and get a little work done.  I’m not sure what I’ll focus on, but there’s plenty to do, so I’ll find something.  Mostly, I just want to get back in the groove of working on the building and recuperate from the end of this semester.  Please, keep an eye out for that announcement about book three, and in case I don’t get to write another post before Sunday, happy Mother’s Day to all the moms.

Wednesday Afternoon Ramblings

The late Myron Cope, voice of the Steelers for 35 years.

To quote the late Myron Cope, “Oi and double oi.”  This has been a long semester.  Thank all that’s good and decent that it’s almost over because I’m so burnt out I can barely stand myself.  There’s simply not much fuel left in my teaching tank, and if not for the hope of the farm and a new life, I don’t think I could stand the thought of one more year.

I’ve written many times about missing the passion I once had for this profession.  I miss looking forward to the work day, looking forward to the day-to-day tasks that I have to perform.  Once upon a time, I got to design my own course my own way and deliver the material to the students in a manner that I found to be effective.  The underlying pedagogy was that someone who had earned a Master’s degree in their subject should know that subject well enough to design a course around the material.  Obviously, not everyone is a good teacher, but typically, those people weed themselves out fairly quickly.  In general, the people who gravitate toward teaching are people who have a deeply rooted desire to share their love of their particular discipline, so those people typically take the profession seriously and strive to do a good job.

Then, several years back, the pedagogy began to change, and this new change is really a symptom of the larger issue in this country.  For some reason, individual instructors can no longer be trusted to design their own courses.  Self-sufficiency is frowned upon.  Instructors must conform to standardized course designs that are developed by committees in bureaucratic offices far removed from the front lines.  As with most things in our society today, the individual is being stripped of autonomy.  This removal of self-sufficiency handcuffs those of us who believe that there are many ways to arrive at the proper destination and that one way is not necessarily better than another.  In short, we must conform to an approach that may not necessarily mirror our individual strengths as educators.

Personally, I think that’s become the most prevalent issue of our time.  Each and every day, we as individual citizens are stripped of more and more of our autonomy, and that is not confined to one party.  It’s as if the underpinning of our democratic republic, that each person should have the right to govern themselves, is no longer relevant and that the liberties we grew up believing were ours no longer pertain to the vast majority of us, especially those of us who work for a living.  Forget about Democrat or Republican, conservative or liberal; the real battle in this nation is over whether democracy will survive or if neo-feudalism will supplant it.

Monday Night Ramblings

I miss loving my job.  There was a time when I truly adored teaching.  It was rewarding and fulfilling despite not being the most lucrative of careers because most of my students valued the skills I taught them.  Sure, there were the occassional ones with whom I butted heads, and there were some who disliked my teaching style, but for the most part, I left work every day feeling appreciated for my efforts.  There’s no substitute for that feeling.

Today, I feel bombarded on all fronts by not only a lack of appreciation but also quite often outright disdain for holding students accountable for their abilities.  Most of my students don’t see education as a bridge to their goals, but rather an obstacle.  On the other hand, corporate America seems displeased that I attempt to teach critical thinking to my students because employees who can think for themselves can question authority, especially corrupt authority.  Corporate America wants unthinking, robotic drones who obey orders and stay in their place in the great pecking order.  Likewise, the bureaucrats who oversee education seem to want to replace me with an automated program that the students can access on their smart phones.

It wears on me daily, this lack of appreciation.  And it scares me to think about where we’ll be in another generation when all of the professional educators have been replaced by quasi-professionals who follow the canned course outline to a Tee and make no effort to push their students beyond what is measured on the standardized tests.  Where will we be when our workforce can barely read and write?  Where will our innovators and entrepreneurs come from when the middle class is completely gone?  How will we ever rebuild 235 years of human rights progress when the corporate masters have abolished the Bill of Rights?

I don’t mean to be negative and fearful, but the truth is, I’m scared of where we’re heading, of the new dark ages we’re entering.