I just received the official word on my TA assignment for fall, and it turns out I will be teaching human physiology again, for the third time in a row. I have mixed feelings about this.
– The subject material is easy for me, as this is an intro class in my field (although humans aren’t my study species).
– The work load is insanely reasonable. My salary is paid on the assumption of 20 hours of work per week, but I rarely push 12 hours in a week.
– It involves NO grading and NO lecturing (this is actually why I was placed in this class in the first place, because I had a discussion with the person who makes TA appointments about my agoraphobia, which is apparently also majorly triggered by standing in front of a room of students).
– 90% of the time, the students I am interacting with are there by choice, not because they have to be, so I don’t have to deal with disinterested zombie faces.
– The professor is a fantastic, friendly woman with very reasonable expectations.
– Class is at 7am four days a week. SEVEN AM. FOUR DAYS A WEEK. THE SUN HASN’T EVEN RISEN BY THEN ON MANY DAYS OF THE YEAR.
You have to understand that before I started teaching this class, I hadn’t woken up before 9am on purpose since high school. That was seven years ago. As much as I adore teaching human physio, I was really looking forward to the possibility of late mornings again.
Alas. K is happy about it, though. He says that me waking up early will help HIM get up early for his first Real World Job. He just graduated from his grad program (MPH) last month, and it is weird to me that he gets to be a real adult and I don’t. If you knew us, you’d know that it really ought to be the other way around.