HardCore Nothing

If I had a 13year old daughter,
I'd tell her with much relish
how the exam I gave today had 38 privied youth
writing for 2 hours straight about women's issues.
Yeah. They were quite literally wringing their hands
and massaging their fingers--I'd grin in the telling.
She'd call me a "hardCore Teacher."

Alas, honestly, bloggerly,
I felt extremely uncomfortable and sympathetic
to my students--when I said 2 pages per question
in a Blue Book, I hadn't realized the pages were 8x11.
I will compensate their grades.

On another note:
I think I got the boot today.

While making copies in the WS office--
sigle-sided copies, even (GasP)--
the scheduling person asked me
if I'd like a Spring class and then promptly
reminded me that I'd have to take the Fall 2006 quarter off.

After 5 consecutive quarters of adjunct teaching
you must "take off a quarter." This serves two purposes:
1) Supposedly, by taking off the 5th quarter
we meet state regulations that say otherwise the University
must pay us benefits.
2) Another teacher may be recruited to take my two classes
that quarter, thus the influx of new & current ideas.

I've been nudged to the brink of the nest
for the past 2 years and I am certainly ready to move on--
yadda yadda--
but what to do? The ground from here
looks smackingly hard & I rather liked the worms up until now--

why can't I be an academic twixter??

If I knew George, maybe he'd give me a job at FEMA?