I was convinced seven months ago that teaching was driving me mad; now, I'm thinking I should just roll with it. Embrace the insanity, for without it, I am... er, also mad but in a less constructive way. I was looking over the course material the other day and experienced a sensation I believe psychiatrists call "euphoria" (or, alternately, "delusion"). I'll be back to shaping young-ish
Lord knows I don't do it for the pay. I'm certain it won't take me long to start running on a major sleep deficit. Undoubtedly I will become peevish as another weekend goes by where I have to forgo amusement for grading (if the classes remain full, there will be 86 students; that means approximately 75 papers, I think, depending on the level of slacking). Clearly, I am just shy of madness.
But at least there will be blog fodder, right?