Being an adjunct professor is a challenging way to
make a living earn a paycheck, emphasis on meager. But at least there are some perks that come with the underpaid-and-overworked trope. The schedule is flexible and it changes often enough so that even a bad schedule will be over in 15 weeks.
I’ve played my cards right so far and managed to avoid Fridays for a year, and I haven’t seen a classroom at 9 a.m. in longer than that.
Until this semester. Adjuncts can only get dealt the high cards for so long. I knew that I would eventually have to play my pair of deuces.
My first class this semester was at 9 a.m. on Tuesday morning. This meant driving to work in rush hour traffic. It did not go well. Here’s what I wish it looked like:
But instead, there were far too many cars on the
And many of these happened, causing both delays and intense soreness in my clutch foot as I repeatedly switched between 1st and 2nd gears:
My students had a grumpy teacher for their first class – at least the start of it. But it might work in my favor. A little fear of grumpy authority will do them good, motivate them to get their homework in on time and study harder for tests, right? Right?
Maybe it won’t be so bad. I only have to deal with rush hour three times a week this semester, so it could be worse. And I could be facing it for the next 15 years instead of 15 weeks. Most of the time, traffic is busy but moving. It’s not always going to kill my gas mileage and wear out my clutch. And just because it took me over an hour to drive into school to teach a 50-minute class, it doesn’t mean I’ll get stress acne or wish I’d brought a hip flask to school with me.
These are not little lies I have to keep telling myself to have the guts to go back out there tomorrow.
Really. No, honestly, I swear. True story.
*All the pictures are from the Pentax and were taken in Sept. 2012 at the Lime Rock Vintage Festival. Buzz and I don’t go every year, but we do like to see the races when we can. I just finished scanning the color rolls on Monday.