College Misery has saved my sanity. I read it when it was RYS. Days pass at my college when I see no one but students. So, for me, this site is a nice reality check.
Today, I am not sure if I have a thirsty or a rant.
It is a disaster.
I have one student who turns up for each class. The rest float in and out. They might show for the exam, or not. I have one who has appeared for 1/ 2 the classes. Each class period, I see confused faces. Each class period features a different configuration of students. I keep going with the material, no matter who is there. I give quizzes and keep track of attendance. I envision myself teaching to an empty room. Practice, I guess.
It is an elective course. A course that some might call the history of basket weaving.
Perhaps, it is the state of the parking lot after a long day that should tell me something. Instead of walking a few feet to the garbage can, or waiting to go home, students carefully set down fast food cups, boxes, empty cigarette packs, and soda cans next to their cars. Then, they drive off. They do this in the stairwells, too. I find crushed coffee cups stuck between rail and wall, discarded candy wrappers carefully placed at the foot of the stairs.
It is an open door college. Students tell me that the courses here don't matter because they are so cheap. They have no value to them. We professors, who are trained, learned, and hard workers, are of no value. The students treat classes like they treat the campus. The few who care, who try, who want to learn are outnumbered.