And just like that, she remembered who she was, where she came from, and what she was made of...and that....that was when it all came together again.

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And just like that, she remembered who she was, where she came from, and what she was made of...and that....that was when it all came together again.

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life update from your friendly neighborhood tenure-track professor
itās been nearly a year since Iāve written an update here. back in the summer I considered updating, and this is what I put down and saved to a draft I never posted:
Iām trying to decide whether I want to blog about what itās like to be a professor in the middle of everything. because, after all, weāre all in the middle of everything and Iām very, very, very fortunate.
hereās a thing: I GOT THE JOB TO STAY AT MY INSTITUTION. (I had a one-year position starting last fall and I was really, really hoping to stay. had to go through a full interview process and they definitely did not go easy on me--I honestly thought I did worse than the first time I interviewed there--but they chose me and I had that security about a month before everything shut down. again, VERY, VERY, VERY fortunate.)
Iām moving to a new office! Iām excited because I got to pick this time and the one Iāve been in--itās fine but dark as heck and I like windows. no telling whether my office will matter when it comes to getting work done this year; juryās still out on what school will actually look like when weāre about to start it in a month. (yes, thereās an official plan, but especially where I am plans can change/have been changing.)
and thereās been some stuff going down. some institutions are letting faculty choose to delay or pause their tenure clocks due to the general teaching situation right now being less than ideal, but Iām not sure what Iāll try to do.
Iām teaching three classes Iāve taught before this fall, but Iām doing each of them differently (one VERY differently) so I still have to write like two and a half syllabi. plus attendance has always been a tricky subject and will now be an even stranger factor to contend with.
itās interesting getting to see that draft now and see the things I was worrying and thinking about. as an update/answer to my own questions, hereās some of what the semester has been like:
yes, the new office made a huge difference, especially since I negotiated for a separate monitor so Iām not hunching over my desk to work on my laptop. besides the simple fact that I have windows.
my institution decided to open on schedule and hold hybrid classes (in-person and online, synchronous). none of us expected to sustain the hybrid model for long--especially when other institutions (though many of them R1s and not therefore our exact peers) opened in the weeks before us to sometimes dramatically disastrous results. but hybrid classes persist. weāre going to make it all the way to Thanksgiving.
we junior faculty at my institution will get to decide in a couple of years whether we need extra time on our tenure clocks, a decision Iām immensely grateful for.
my three classes are... going.
one major thing that happened to me very recently is that I had a book accepted for publication(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). since Iām at a teaching institution, this alone isnāt an automatic guarantee of tenure, but itās much-needed and -appreciated validation. the contract has still yet to be drawn up, so Iāve got that whole process ahead; but in the midst of this year it was a very good thing.
Iām going to write a separate post about a day in the life--because while itās become ānormalā to me, while itās maybe become ānormalā to a lot of us, while we all use and overuse the idea of ānew normal,ā I have a feeling that in some years Iām going to look back and think about how it all went down.
Last sketches of the year inspired by my current obsession with Little Women (2019)
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workday in the life: hybrid teaching
first thing in the morning, I wake up and commence my morning routine. much of this is the same as it was pre-pandemic: I shower and do my makeup, make coffee (and put most of it into a thermos), eat breakfast, and try to give myself writing time before I think about the day at school ahead.
a few minutes after I wake up, my phone starts sending me push notifications to complete the daily health screening that allows me to come to campus. Iām asked to self-report symptoms and whether I have knowledge that Iāve been in close contact with anyone who had tested positive. when I complete the questionnaire, I get a message that clears me for the day. on my way out the door, I choose whichever mask best coordinates with my outfit and throw it into my purse.
when I arrive on campus, I put my mask on after parking the car. masks are required in all public spaces on campus, including outdoor spaces if youāre moving around. when I get to the front door of my building, I have to scan my ID to open the door. inside, I use the health app to scan a QR code to record where I am on campus.
in my office, I take my mask off, hanging it just beside my desk. mid-morning, building staff come by to empty trash cans and wipe door handles and light switches, and I slip on the mask whenever they knock on my door and briefly enter my space.
some of my colleagues who share a hallway with me come to campus, and I hear their doors open and close. now and then weāll stop and have a conversation in each otherās doorways (by which I mean one person in or just outside the doorway, the other person seated at their desk), masks always on. our building used to be busy with tons of faculty offices and students dropping by for office hours, but weāve all moved our office hours virtually and our floor doesnāt have classrooms on it, so the only student we see is the student worker if we happen to stop by the printer room. some faculty have permission to teach entirely remotely for health or family reasons. the building is uncannily quiet.
some days I bring lunch, keeping it in the refrigerator in our work room. all our hallways, rooms, and buildings have signs on the doors telling us which route we have to take to avoid people walking too close to each other, but as it happens I never see another soul in these rooms.
I still have to go across campus to check my mail. when I leave my office, I have to be sure I bring my keys, ID, and cell phone--all of which I need to get in and out of buildings. around the side of my building is one of our new outdoor classroom spaces--big plastic bench/desks that are spaced far apart but still close enough to the building to pick up wifi. once or twice Iāve seen a colleague holding office hours, their student sitting at the next table over.
the quads are sparsely populated if at all--all of campus feels like a ghost town. when I near the student center, I might see a handful of students eating lunch outside at picnic tables set up to accommodate social distancing. I enter the student center through the designated entrance beside the mail room, again scanning both my ID and a QR code on my phone. I enter through āenterā doors and exit through āexitā doors. if I have an errand on the upper levels of the student center, I walk all the way to one end of the building to use the āupā staircase; the other staircases are all designated as ādownā only.
if Iām picking up lunch from the dining hall, I scan a QR code and check in with the staff, showing them the health pass on my phone that confirms Iām allowed to be on campus. the dining hall floor is covered in arrows and spacing markers to indicate proper social distancing. all plates, cups, and cutlery are disposable. to-go boxes are in high demand, so Iām unlikely to get one: I bring a plastic bag to hold my individually-packaged salads and dessert(s) so I can carry my open plate. all semester I havenāt seen more than a handful of students eating in the dining hall at once.
if I happen to meet another faculty member I know, we go upstairs to a huge, empty overflow dining room and sit in carefully-spaced chairs as we eat lunch together. otherwise, I take my lunch to my office and eat alone. on the days of our regular professional development lunches, I listen in to our Zoom call; but most of us donāt like eating on camera. except for the people presenting, even our own meetings are mostly full of little black āvideo offā squares. before the meetings begin, the hosts attempt small talk; but Zoom doesnāt allow for out-loud side-conversations. I usually pull up something else on my other screen as our Zoom call is going, even if Iām interested and paying attention. I think we all do, sometimes, even when we have our video on. my email is full of notifications from student health about this or that student who is out of class until x date. most of the students I receive emails about still log on to our class Zoom call.
after lunch, I teach. on the afternoons I teach one class, I have to leave my office at least 15 minutes before class begins even though Iām only going to the building next door. I print out any papers I need, load up my tote bag with all the components of my technology setup, retrieve a camera called a Meeting OWL from a locked closet (I borrow it from my colleague who teaches in the same room right after me), and then heft my full tote bag, the box the OWL comes in (almost as big as the tote bag), and my water bottle over to my second-floor classroom. I scan my ID to get into the building; like the building with my office, thereās only oneĀ āenterā door andĀ āupā staircase. in the classroom weāre not allowed to move desks, but various pieces of the professorsā workstation get moved around a lot, so after I scan the QR code marking me present in my own classroom, I have to move a table, a podium, and a chair so that the HDMI cord reaches my laptop. I turn on the projector system and adjust the volume all the way up. I plug in my laptop to the power because it canāt run a full eighty-minute Zoom call without dying and to the ethernet because the wireless connection is randomly bad in that building some days. I plug in the OWL camera to the wall and to my computer. I open the Zoom call, make sure the projector is working, and start admitting students from the waiting room. I make sure Zoom is set to use the OWL as my camera and that sound goes through the classroom speakers. no more than three students trickle into the classroom; I ask them to show me their health passes because thatās part of our procedure. this was hard to keep track of in the first couple of weeks of the semester, but now I donāt even have to consult the sticky note of instructions I taped onto my laptop before the first day of class.
when class begins, I make sure the meeting is recording and that I can see the waiting room and the chat on the big screen. occasionally, this classroom has inexplicable audio issues and my Zoom students have to tell me the audio is āscreeching.ā usually if I mute and un-mute myself a few times in succession we fix the problem; but the internet connection is not so easily fixed. once this semester I had to abandon the classroom after 20 minutes and retreat back to my office to get a stable internet connection. the in-person students had to go back to their dorms and log on to their computers to finish class.
the class meeting is fine. the students are interested in the material and are frequently invited to speak from their personal experience, so discussion happens in spite of everything. but this is a class in which I made a special effort to learn āZoom silence,ā which is much longer than your usual classroom silence because you can only really see one or two peopleās faces. sometimes I call on students and worry that they wonāt answer, which is silly, because itās their job to answer; but I still feel anxious about it. some students send me private messages in the Zoom call that they have to step away for a moment or that theyāre going to the restroom--and although I donāt ask or require them to do that at all, it helps when I know that someone is definitely not going to answer right away.
assuming we make it through class with relatively few tech issues, I end class five minutes early so that I can pack up my things and give the next professor time to setup his various tech. this is also supposed to help with traffic in the hallways--to keep students from piling up in any one place--but not once this semester have I seen more than four or five students in an entire classroom building hallway at one time. students who donāt have a class immediately after mine will hang back to help clean, taking a paper towel and the class supply of disinfectant and wiping down their desks. I take care of the rest, spraying and wiping all the surfaces weāve touched, even though it makes one of the tables I use particularly sticky. when Iāve unplugged and packed everything, I head back to my office.
on the afternoons I teach two classes, Iām in a different building with a different tech setup. my other classroom has a standing desk, which I prefer over having to teach sitting down. here, I plug in the computer to the wall, the ethernet, and the HDMI cable that goes to the projector. I unfold and plug in my folding document camera, a small clip-on webcam (although my laptop has a webcam) that I can swivel back and forth to try to capture more of the classroom, and a giant round directional microphone (not ideal, since students canāt hear me if I stand behind it--but it works better than my laptop or webcam microphones).
classes proceed in more or less the same way as the other classroom, though these classes involve more switching between cameras (which involves random, odd moves such as āadvanced-share screen the doc cam instead of switching cameras because if you click āswitch cameraā everything shows up backwardsā). the doc cam is my whiteboard--even though I have a perfectly good and functional whiteboard--because we found out early on that cameras donāt pick up the whiteboard well.
the first day I taught my two classes back-to-back, I was scheduled to move to a classroom across the hall for the second class. I had to wait for a colleague to pack up her complex, multi-part tech setup and then redo my entire setup, which meant I started class frazzled and nearly ten minutes late. so I donāt move classrooms anymore. it turns out the class I was moving for is completely remote due to the professorās health accommodations, so no one is trying to use the classroom after me.
in my second class, I often have only one student physically present in spite of expecting Iād have at least six or seven per class (and this was after I divided my class into two shifts who would have the opportunity to attend in-person every other day). since small group work is so important in this class, my lone in-person student often has to join the Zoom call just for breakout rooms; and I canāt drop in to that studentās breakout room once theyāve started. the college learned early on that if two people in the same room are on the same Zoom call with audio on, the audio begins to echo and then quickly mutates into something that sounds like someone has opened a terrifying, hellish wormhole. you canāt have more than one person in a Zoom call in the same room unless everyone is completely muted.
still, breakout rooms are often silent or chat-conversations only (comprised of things like can you hear me? and so-and-so your mic isnāt working and send me your emails for the Google doc). I know some of the students do the work and some donāt. I could have them turn things in individually to prove theyāre thinking or working, but I donāt like the way that feels. I have no idea how to help them get out of the class what they normally would in the ways of conversation and community.
I try to make sure every student can see me listening to them when they speak, but I spend most of my time facing my computer. there are simply more students online, and Iām worried more about whether they can hear me than whether the student in-person can hear me from six feet away. sometimes in this classroom I accidentally end up literally turning my back on my in-person student(s), which I feel horrible about. but I have to be watching the chat for answers and also writing on a piece of paper under the document camera. I canāt step further away from the document camera, and I canāt move among the desks like I used to.
when each class is over, we wipe desks and surfaces as needed. I unplug everything and pack it back into my tote bag. sometimes itās so still in the upstairs hallway that the automatic lights turn off. sometimes Iām so still in the classroom that the automatic lights go off on me, and students with their cameras on giggle to see me flailing an arm around to get the lights back on. the few people who attend in-person have long cleared the building by the time Iām ready to go, and I descend an empty ādown onlyā staircase and walk back across an empty quad to the building where my office is.
when I return to my office and pack up for the day--when I donāt have a department meeting or an appointment with a colleague (all of which occur--where else?--on Zoom)--I make sure to take my laptop and charger cord home with me. I double-check that Iām not leaving behind any materials I would absolutely need to conduct the next few days of classes. every day, I pack up my office as if I wonāt be back for two weeks, because I never know if Iām going to wake up the next morning with symptoms--or else if Iām going to be notified that having a student present in my classroom counts as having āclose contactā with them, although our classrooms are measured out to make sure everyone sits six feet apart.
I wear my mask all the way to my car.
today's update is my office isn't ready so I put things in the empty office across the hall. before that I made myself go to Starbucks but did zero professorial work. after I brought the stuff to my office and talked at length to the secretary who runs everything I found an envelope in my box with a copy of my contract.
there was also a letter sent to all faculty for the start of the year. it's rambling and full of institutional jargon I don't get but--BUT--it notes that several departments were approved to conduct full-time tenure-track searches.
and y'all. one of them is my department. one of them very well may be the job I just got, but permanent.
I was told upfront that I would have to compete if they got money to do a search, that I'm not an automatic in and not at an advantage. I was told upfront there was little to no chance they'd be allowed to do a search. BUT THEY GOT THE MONEY TO DO A SEARCH.
I am going to work SO hard. I am SO motivated by this. and I am hopeful, and that is enough for today. ā¤
hey all! so a major life update:
I got my PhD (AAAAAA)
I got a JOB (at least for the next year, which means also)
I have to go BACK ON THE JOB MARKET which is kind of terrible (no "kind of," it is literally terrible)
but still right now I am (not listing my actual title but) a PROFESSOR
I just MOVED and am settled into the new place
I am NOT READY for the fall semester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so I thought it would be fun to go back to daily posts about my life as a ~college professor~
I still love my planner & as you can see from my quasi-bullet journal above I have just started watching The X-Files
and I am going to be juggling even more things than usual this coming year so AAAAAAAAAAUUUGHHHHHHH. (that is both a freakout and a happy sound.)
this is what I've always wanted to do.
LET'S GO.