Fuck me for agreeing to go to a nice high school 2 towns away to talk about college academic writing.
I teach at a decent enough 2 year school. I feel as though I do good work with the best kids, and slug it out with the rest.
I spent 3 hours in 3 different classes at the high school, looking at rough drafts, talking about some typical first semester assignments, and I was heartily ashamed. Every student was better than my own. Every student was doing more complex writing than my students.
I talked about the way I teach the research paper, a tried and true method that has come about from gauging what my own students could handle. Whenever I pitch it, it takes 2 class periods to get students on the same page as me.
Today, in about ten minutes, I had better comments, questions, and suggestions from the high schoolers than I ever get.
I wanted these students to bypass the big provincial uni and come to my little neck of the woods instead, so I could benefit from their ability to understand
Instead of driving back to my college, I wanted to get on the ferry and jump to a watery death.