I have been teaching a long time and this year was nothing like I would have predicted: In the fall I had a great schedule (no morning classes, two days on women's campus/two days on mens). It really doesn't get any better than that. Yet, my work with internships made it the semester from hell - easily the worst semester since my first semester when I was woefully unprepared for the cheating.
This semester I thought would be hell because I had an 8AM class... six classes... 240 students (about 60 more than normal)... and I discovered that I pretty much couldn't write on any boards in most of my classes. I had to fundamentally change the way I teach. I'm an old dog and this was a new trick.
So I thought this would be a horrible semester... but it wasn't. Teaching women is much easier than teaching guys and I learned this semester that 6 classes of women is much easier than 5 of mixed classes. I did learn how to teach without writing and the scores did not go down by much so it obviously works.
If it weren't for a month without sleep to end the semester this would have been a great semester.
Twenty-four hours ago I never thought I'd be done by now. Last night I took an allergy drug that gave me a solid 8 hours of sleep. I got more done today than I have in the past week combined.
The bottom line is that I am done. Yippee!
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