So after the enriching discussion on the evils of online learning with my students, I went to the meeting of the Faculty Congress of which I am a member. There I discovered that my colleagues are passionate, brilliant people with great insights into the problems plaguing our university. I also learned of two new practices that our administration is trying to impose on us. One practice is called “banking.” It means that if one of your courses doesn’t get the required number of students to enroll (say, you get 14 students instead of 15), you are forced to teach that course for free. Meaning, for no money. For free.
“Stacking” means that a 300 and a 400-level course are rolled into one with the goal of getting rid of professors.
Obviously, these news suck. But my colleagues rock. So that’s good.
Now, I will be celebrating by eating roast duck decorated with Buddha’s Hand and rambutan. (My husband have a tradition of celebratory dinners 2 or 3 times a week.)
All would be well if only I weren’t so damn exhausted. I feel like I’m walking through fog because of how tired I am. I’m so tired that I can’t even fall asleep. In the future, if anybody suggests that you go without a summer vacation, send those idiots to hell in a basket. I did it this year and now I’m completely useless. My classes are fantastic (the best course selection I’ve ever had), my research is exciting, I have so many fun things to do, a new house to decorate, a car to explore the area, but I can enjoy nothing because I feel completely dead.
Please don’t recommend vitamins. I’m already taking vitamins and supplements prescribed to me by my doctor. And when I ask the doctor why I feel so exhausted, he looks at me like I’m an idiot and asks in a very concerned voice, “But what did you expect after the year that you’ve had?”

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