Happy Friday! We have some more marriage equality updates, a timeline for future comic book movies, and the untimely passing of some notable people. Also, there’s a rather weird music/intelligence “study” with which I have some problems. Let’s get started:
From Miss America to Shonda Rhimes, ladyblogland has it all!
Goodness, it’s been quite the week for social justice, to understate it. Just when we thought the protesters vs. police in Ferguson, Missouri, had finally calmed somewhat, law enforcement overreacted again. This and more, after the jump:
Nearly every educator will give you some variation on the line, “I love teaching, I learn as much from the students as they do from me!” And as corny as it sounds, it’s true. That’s why I went in to education — I love learning. I don’t mean in a human interest way, which includes learning about the strength of the human spirit or triumphing over adversity. I mean learning actual facts. But I never thought I’d feel those lessons so viscerally.
[Trigger warning: pet death]
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.”
As a child, I hated beginnings. So much was unknown: What would the teacher be like, the other students? What would we learn? I always longed for October, when routines had firmly taken hold. But now I prefer those beginnings because they are so full of hope.
Final papers were turned in this week! Guess what is consuming me mind, body, and soul right now.