Adjunct’s Lament, Part II


Burt Likko

Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Editor-in-Chief Emeritus of Ordinary Times. Relapsed Lawyer, admitted to practice law (under his real name) in California and Oregon. On Twitter, to his frequent regret, at @burtlikko. House Likko's Words: Scite Verum. Colite Iusticia. Vivere Con Gaudium.

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  1. They don’t pay me to teach. They pay me to grade.

    It’s like when I was working as a consultant. They didn’t pay me to program, they paid me to get the timesheets signed. (I’m not joking, or even exaggerating. At the weekly call with the main office, the first question was always “Did you fax the timesheets yet?” After that, questions about how the project was going might be entertained.)Report

  2. Avatar aaron david says:

    I remember my father grading papers as a kid, sitting in his chair with a board across the arms to make a desk. Watching TV, maybe drinking a beer, slowly working through them. Full professor or adjunct, it is still tedium.Report

  3. Avatar Kolohe says:

    So would gundecking the grades be the *real* master class in business ethics?Report

  4. Avatar Burt Likko says:

    Aaaaaaaaaaaaand that’s done.

    It’s Miller homebrew time.Report

  5. Avatar KatherineMW says:

    As a TA, I actually enjoyed marking papers, especially if they were good ones.Report