At the beginning of every semester, I explain to my English 101 students that at the end of the semester there will be a bunch of them whining and crying to me for more time. I say that the time is now. Be proactive. Seek help early. Don’t fall behind.
And they all laugh thinking it won’t be them.
So, yesterday I had to point out to my class that it was, indeed, them.
I listened to the same old moan and groan and begging for more time.
The life of an adjunct instructor can be very tedious. We get none of the benefits and all of the crap.
For a writing instructor, for a writer, for someone who loves to read and write, it can be difficult to watch so many students who just don’t care.
I suppose it is every teacher’s dream to have a room full of students excited to learn. I work hard to instill that feeling into students and I think I do a pretty good job at it, too. It’s just discouraging to see how many students really don’t care.
I suppose that would have been me if I had gone to college when I was eighteen. In retrospect, it was definitely the right thing for me to go to college only when I was ready, only when I cared.