And then I had a craptacular day.
So I was feeling bad about my teaching.
And then I had some beer.
And I was feeling good about
And then an acquaintance complained to me about how his wife has to put up with being taught by a tutor turned last-minute lecturer who doesn't know what he is doing. And all the problems he describes are exactly the ones that I had on my craptacular day. And even when I tried to explain how these things come about, he said they are unforgivable, considering how much students pay for their classes.
And I felt bad about my teaching again.
The end.
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3 comments:
We all have craptacular days. The best teachers I ever studied with had off days, though there off days were usually better than my off days. /sigh
You figure out what went wrong and try to make it go better another time. And you get up in the morning and try again. /comfort
Oh, I'm so sorry! Don't take it to heart. Everyone has off days.
That sucks. But it happens. To all of us.
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