Friday, August 15, 2008

While Typing My Syllabus...

...I realize I have two versions of the primary document reader for one of my classes. One has more documents than the other. Not sure which one is going to come with their bundle. Aargh!

...My son is standing behind me reading. "You're an assistant professor?" he asks.

"Yep"

"Who do you help?"

...One of the monographs is not in the box I packed which means its on my dresser in Louisiana. Getting my parents to mail more than an envelope is like pulling teeth. Bookstore, here I come, sigh.

...Haven't had breakfast or lunch and my niece keeps trying to feed me because I haven't eaten anything today. She eats at regular intervals--she's diabetic--and I know I drive her crazy.

...I'm loving Quinn and T even more for their help.

...I'm turning over and over in my head a lunch invitation from some other WoC faculty--I'm both appreciative and nervous.

...I'm realizing I need to buy parking decal because I have orientation coming up!!!

OK, back to work. I'm procrastinating on writing the course descriptions--I hate those as much as the "objective" on resumes.

2 comments:

Gwyneth Bolton said...

...My son is standing behind me reading. "You're an assistant professor?" he asks.

"Yep"

"Who do you help?"


LOL. This reminds me of when I got my first gig as an Assistant Prof and went to get me some "grown-folk" furniture. As we were doing the the forms for my credit application, the salesman had to make sure I was a professor and not assisting a real professor. He must have asked me a version of that about fifty 'leven times. LOL. He almost got cussed out but I wanted my couch...

Gwyneth

JustMe said...

your son is hilarious!

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