SIGH...

This is my third year as an adjunct professor at WU. And I'm telling myself firmly that it will be my last!

It's a lot of work for very little compensation. It's many unnecessary headaches and frustrations for virtually no reward. It's giving up free time to deal with ridiculous questions and complaints for no real gain.

The trouble is, even with all my complaints, part of me sorta likes it.. a little.

But this semester has been like a freakin parody of what college should be. Granted, WU has a lot of non-traditional students, most of my class is older than I am, and many of them are returning after several years of being out of practice. But seriously.. I question how many of them have even managed to function in real life.

My class is just a 200 level with no pre-reqs, but they have to be at least a sophomore to enroll. Sooo sophomore would imply that you completed high school, and roughly a year of college. You've taken and passed basic English, math, etc. So how is it that you don't know how to use any punctuation at all, can't spell worth a lick, and your grammar is basically undecipherable. You obviously didn't bother reading the syllabus OR pay attention when I literally spelled out the expectations for the course or else you wouldn't have asked me the same question 34 times.

I find this disturbing yet slightly amusing at the same time. I manage to look past most of this because the course is about the study of crime victims, not the students ability to spell it. And no, I don't expect that most of them will know much about this subject coming into the class. That's kind of the whole point of taking it.

But 10 weeks into the semester, I do expect you to know that the bad guys are called "offenders", not "victimizers".

*smacks forehead*