Yet, on occasion, I get the kind of email that warms the cockles of my black little heart. (And they were sent after final grades were in, which rules out total and shameless grade grubbing). An overseas student with severely inadequate English language skills thanked me for all my help this semester and said she felt her writing skills had greatly improved (this was after the poor girl barely scraped through with a passing grade; she literally had to re-write all of her papers at least four times, but dammit, she did it); an adult learner said our class kept them coming to school and convinced them not to drop out again; another student said they normally hate the subject I teach, but this semester they actually kind of liked it and felt that they really learned something.
Now, does this mitigate the days when I feel like Maybelle, ready to burn this teaching mother down? Does this alleviate the tenuous, will-I-have-a-job-next-semester, free floating anxiety of adjunctdom? Of course not. But I'm not too proud to say it does, at least a little, make the poison go down a bit sweeter.
Q: How about y'all? Any pleasant surprises from your snowflakes at the end of this semester?