I see trash who refuse to leave when they disrupt the class with their entitled demands. I see trash who demand to use whatever electronic device they may have. I see trash who blame me because my class is not easy. I see deans who take the trash out - - no, not out of the college and onto the street on their trashy asses - I see deans who place the trash in other classes for other professors to deal with. I see deans who ignore the trashy rants, hoping for who knows what. I see trash who see nothing wrong with disrespecting me in the classroom, who talk back when I ask questions in class or when I ask them to get off their cell phones. I see trash all around. I see wonderful students who demand that the trash keep their mouths shut, so that we can spend the class learning. I am buried in trash and what is keeping me afloat is that one or two or perhaps three students who want to learn.
In case you have not guessed, I teach at an open-enrollment college and the trash is blocking my view of the non-trash. I have 9 days before I see trash again and I'm hoping to have had enough white tea to feel the excitement of a brand new semester again, the hopefulness of a new start, and the enthusiasm of facing eager and engaged students who are as excited as I am to be in the classroom once again. Dare I hope? Probably not.
- Tim from Toluca Lake