I work at a university, and we just finished the first week of class.
The first week of class is rough.
Over the summer, things are predictable. There’s plenty to do, but there are few surprises. It’s all long-term projects and big blocks of time.
Reality comes rushing back during the first week of the fall semester. Emergencies abound (both real and imagined). We academic advisors have students beating down our doors, hoping to drop a class, change majors, or figure out what they’re going to do with their lives. There’s scarcely a moment’s peace.
Contrasted with the calm, predictable summer, it’s like a zoo without cages. It’s utter mayhem, but the hardest part is adjusting my expectations accordingly. [Continue reading]