The end of a class is bittersweet. After nine weeks, I’m tired, too, and ready for a break. But I’ve gotten to know my students, and wish I could spend more time with them. I think about them after class has ended and wonder if they use what I have taught them. I hope they do well in the future. And I think about my future, too.
I tend not to respond to op-eds, columns, and blog posts about adjuncting. I’d never have time for anything else. But Charlotte Allen’s recent op-ed for the L.A. Times contains a worn argument that I can’t ignore anymore: “Don’t be an adjunct.”
Final papers were turned in this week! Guess what is consuming me mind, body, and soul right now.
Everything I know about getting an academic job. Which, admittedly, isn’t much.
I make about $10 to $25 an hour. I receive no benefits other than a discount at the school store.
“Have you always wanted to teach but can’t full time?” -From a want ad for adjunct instructors.