I had signed up to teach Composition again this semester, but was allowed to bail out after I got a job as a TA. I'm working with a professor I like, and she's offered to let me teach as much as I want (in addition to the grading for which I'm getting paid). The class is a survey of early British literature, up to 1800, and I'm really looking forward to it. Rhetoric is not and never will be either my specialty or my favorite thing, whereas I really dig Early Brit. Yay!
In other news, we have a new baby. His eyes are the same color as Link's (bright blue). He is very sweet and loves to cuddle, but like most babies he doesn't really understand that night-time is for sleeping. Last night I awoke at 2:43 a.m. to find him doing the Charleston on my spine.
Here he is sleeping:
And here he is not sleeping:
We're thinking of calling him Skippyjon. Really.
So, the embarrassment: I had a meeting with Blackwood today. It was one of those "New semester, haven't talked in a while, let's see where we are and where we're going" meetings, so the reason for my embarrassment is obvious: I'm not where I should be. I really had planned to work on my thesis last semester, but ... OK, maybe "planned" is too strong. I had intended to work on my thesis last semester. And then, just like Blackwood said would happen, I let teaching get in the way. My extremely plausible excuse is that I was used to teaching on a M-W-F 50-minute class schedule, and then last semester I had to adjust everything to a T-Th 75-minute class schedule. I think what really happened is that I intended to work on my thesis, but I didn't plan sufficiently for it to happen.
Anyway, I sat down in Blackwood's office, and after a few pleasantries, he said, "So where are we?" And I had to tell him that I still hadn't even decided which novels I was going to use.
I knew exactly what he was thinking. It's the same thing I always think when a student brings me a one-page draft for what is supposed to be an eight-page term paper. At that point, I know the student is probably not going to do very well on the paper, because she's way behind schedule, and her "finished" draft is probably going to be more like a first draft that I haven't had a chance to comment on. When that happens, I inevitably think, "Recriminations are useless; let me do what I can for this poor creature - which is not much." Yeah, it's embarrassing to be on the other end of that.