I have committed one of my unpardonable errors - I misspelled the title of my last post. I tend to get agitated when my students do not spell correctly or use the proper grammar. So, I'll give myself a demerit and move on. I have a big week coming up. I am going to Camden County tomorrow to meet with my remaining students. Two graduated in May, so I have eight students left. For the most part, they are talented, eager young women. One with a little bit too much attitude, one is too "blah" and the other six are fine - typical high school kids! I do enjoy them. I am going to St. Simons this afternoon so that I don't have to make the 2 1/2 hour drive twice tomorrow.
It is mid-term and that means registration for Fall quarter. I don't know how else to stress the importance of advising rather than asking. Four students ended up not having the credits to graduate and I am afraid that is because my fellow advisor is not looking up the students' history before advising them. I don't want to get off on my soapbox, but just know that it is so terribly frustrating to put up with someone who doesn't share my passion for what we do. If you can get by doing shabby work, you will continue to do shabby work. I have quit accepting the fact that "this generation" does not have a good work ethic. I just think it is pitiful that these people are allowed to skim by, thus piling more work on those of us who care. I have tried to be patient, but it is wearing thin. In the whole scheme of things, I don't know if management doesn't care or just thinks I'll keep putting up with it. Either way, I guess it translates into "they don't care." I said I wouldn't get off on my soapbox, so I won't.
It's Sunday and I should be in church. Instead, I have to go to Walmart and I really really need to at least type what I have of the next chapter of my book. So, sitting here typing this is not getting that stuff done, so it's off to the sweatbox to get dressed.
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