It takes a good solid week (at least) to write a syllabus from scratch when you do not know a lot about a field. Adjuncts are hired last, so often one does not have a lot of lead time to write said syllabus. And you’d sure as hell better have access to a good library, because textbook companies encourage you to get in touch with your rep (like you have a rep or access to the rep) in order to receive desk copies. At the very least you need to have a mailbox (3 adjunct jobs and counting and I have yet to have a mailbox). I can’t even log onto my college email yet.
Fortunately I have other gigs. Fortunately this class will not make or break my finances, although it will certainly help. Fortunately I had put aside early January to work, in part, on the Fucker, and so had prepared for a work slowdown.
But I’m not getting my fucker written and I’m scrambling to ensure I do not start off on the wrong foot. Adjuncting is a job for those with a high degree of tolerance for uncertainty and the ability to improvise. Yesterday, driving home from seeing some friends I worked with long ago, I thought about how I work.
I like throwing myself into huge complicated projects and figuring out as I go. I thought about my Week of Insane Revision. If grad school taught me that I can write a workshop-worthy poem in a few hours, my Week of Insane Revision taught me that I don’t need a month to revise my whole damn manuscript.
So, it’s some more administrative emails, and then it’s off to the library to finish editing the last 50 (single spaced) paper pages of the fucker.
How’s your work?