Mar 18 2009

“king of all TAs”

Published by writerpunk under Grad School, Teaching

HOLY CRAP! I really mean holy crap! I was just minding my own business, flipping through emails, trying to keep my inbox pruned, trying to recover from the night before of too many Irish car bombs for St. Patty’s Day. When I get to this email buried under announcements, student queries, a grade challenge, and spam:

Dear Ed,

I’m writing to let you know that you have been chosen to receive an Excellence in Teaching Award. Congratulations!

Since 1983, two graduate Teaching Assistants have been chosen each year to receive the Excellence in Teaching Award. They are honored for demonstration of extraordinary ability in the teaching and learning process as a graduate TA. Each award includes a $5,000 stipend. Excellence in Teaching Award recipients are inducted into the University of Washington Teaching Academy for one year. As Teaching Academy members, awardees are eligible to participate in a variety of Academy-sponsored projects and events to further excellence in the University’s teaching and learning process.

Notice of your award will be published in a special section of University Week, and you will be recognized at a ceremony on June 11, 3pm, at the Meany Auditorium. More information will be sent to you.

Again, congratulations!

Phyllis M. Wise
Provost and Executive Vice President
University of Washington Office of the Provost

I am actually astounded. Stunned. Shocked. Speechless. The first thing I did was instant message Greg with the words, “HOLY CRAP!”

I was nominated last year for the same award but didn’t get it. A friend of mine, Rachael, got it in my department. So, this year, I was nominated again. Upon nomination, I have to collect five letters of support from professors and students, a letter from my chair, my CV, a list of all of the classes I have taught at UW, all of my course evaluations, and a short packet of teaching materials. When I asked my chair for his letter, he was actually conservative about my chances for winning — not that he didn’t think I deserved to win — but that it was unlikely that they would give the award to the same department two years in a row. Alas, as my high school creative writing teacher discovered when she doubted me, my chair was wrong. Boy am I happy that he was wrong.

The awards were announced in University Week and on the UW Teaching Academy website (though there’s a typo, which I emailed them about, in my departmental affiliation: it seems I teach in “Englih”). A fancier article is supposed to appear with pictures later on. It also seems there will be a blurb in the upcoming issue of English Matters, my department’s newsletter.

I am beyond thrilled. And I am thankful for all of the good teachers I’ve had in the past — from Mrs. White, my kindergarten teacher, to Mrs. Etze, my sixth grade teacher, to Mr. Schuma, my high school architectural drawing teacher, to Mrs. Abeshouse, my high school creative writing teacher, to Theresa DiPaolo, my college academic advisor, to Michael Olmert, my college mentor, to Kandice Chuh, my graduate academic advisor at the University of Maryland, to my Ph.D. committee at UW Tom Foster, Kate Cummings, and Eva Cherniavsky. And everyone in between. I have always modeled myself after the best teachers I have had and continue to strive to be the kind of teacher I would want in my life. I am thankful for all of the wonderful teaching, mentoring, advising, and administrative opportunities I have had at the University of Maryland and here at the University of Washington. I am also thankful for all of the students I have gotten to know, gotten to teach, and gotten to learn from and practice with. Special thanks to my letters of support writers, to my friends who support all of my endeavors, and to my family.

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Feb 27 2009

“short month”

Published by writerpunk under Grad School, Seattle, Teaching

STILL TIRED. I think I say that a lot. And I think it’s my general state and the general state of most graduate students. It’s not that I don’t get enough sleep (though sometimes that’s the case), but rather it’s just that I constantly feel worn down. In other words, it’s called stress. It is a diffuse, lingering, shifting kind of stress, which weighs me down like a heavy blanket. I do have a lot to do and I do have various responsibilities that keep me busy, but it’s not like I have seminar papers due in two weeks or bill collectors breathing down my neck or impending, unresolved relationship drama to confront. For the most part, my life is good. My deadlines are farther off, fuzzy on the horizion. My bills are getting paid though I am worried about funding for next year. (In fact, I just got a credit report done and I am in great, great shape.) And my relationship with Greg has settled, is comfortable, and is a nice, warm, happy spot in my life, though you never really know what will happen or where things will go in a week, in a month, in six months, in a year.The biggest stressor is school.

On a micro level, teaching has been particularly challenging this quarter. I have some really good students who are bright, engaged, good writers, great participators in class discussion, and who seem like they like me and the class. However, I have a majority of students who I think feel a bit baited-and-switched because my class on video games wasn’t what they wanted or turned out to be what they expected (even though I was very clear about the goals and focus of the course from day one). They have faced rigor and difficulty and the demand for critical thinking with less grace and effort and enthusiasm than I had hoped. And I think rather than turning to me for help, than taking up the challenge, than getting something out of the class, they are simply shutting down. My first set of major papers four weeks ago were under par (but it makes sense since it’s the first time they have written for me). Alas, because they are required to do two out of three papers during the quarter, most chose not to do the first turn-in. The second set of papers were near abysmal. In fact, I got them this past Monday, started grading them, found them to be distressingly poor, and graded the whole stack (which took me nearly twelve hours) so I could return them to the class the very next day. I mean I got a paper that was only two pages (the requirement was 4-6), not researched (they had to have five academic sources), and ended in the middle of a paragraph. Really?! That’s what you’re going to turn in? I wanted to make sure I talked to them about it before it was too late. It has been a long time since I have had to use the voice of authority, to thrash a class with a scolding; I cowed them to the point that they couldn’t look me in the eyes till I was finished. However, the roll of the dice did not pay off and I think many have chosen the path of least resistance and simply given up. The students who are fine are fine. The students who ask for help will be fine. But the students who don’t do anything, give in to either apathy or inertia or fear, are going to be in serious trouble. Even though I know I cannot help everyone nor should I expect every student to respond and engage, it depresses me and pisses me off and stresses me out.

On a macro level, I am worried about the next year or two. I am unsure about the next year or two. And I am ambivalent about the next year or two. The national financial crises (we have to make sure we understand that this is plural not some singular problem or catastrophe that can be solved in one fell swoop or stimulus plan) has of course produced budget crises at the University of Washington, which has produced budget crises in my home department. (Of course, the humanities get hit the hardest or have to suffer the most in these final calculations.) What does this mean? What does this mean for me? There’s a whole list of things. Here are some salient things drawn from the last departmental meeting with grad students and the departmental chair (I took minutes at this meeting):

–we have little info, but any info will be made available as soon as possible; a lot is not yet known or decided; “uncertainty” is the word of the minute, hour, and day; much of this again depends on the State budget (Washington is deciding its next biennium state budget this year)

–preliminary permanent TA allocation for next year; 80% of total from last year; even at 80%, the money reaches far enough to fun all TAs through the 5th year (that we have)

–beyond the 5th year, things are still uncertain; much of this depends on the State budget (as decided by Olympia), which might be late this year

–course assignments will be trickier this year; this will sort out slowly

–the College is thinking about going to create a temporary TA budget; still unknown but some of that money would likely go to English

–Graduate Studies Committee / Faculty endorsed no more than 2 TA positions available for recruitment, for brand new people (down from the usual 10-12 offers); the money that we do have will go to students already in the program

–new TAs / 6th Year funding is still uncertain; “magnified” this year; question about insurance (if we’re not appointed, can we get insurance coverage); uncertain whether or not 6th year offers will be quarter-to-quarter or year-long appointments; historically 6th year funding is quarter to quarter

–the director of the Expository Writing Program says normally we would have 30-34 new TAs (recruits, fellowship grads, grads who have not yet TAed), but this year it looks like it will be about 15; which means that 2nd years will probably continue to teach ENGL 131 (the core comp class) rather than moving on to other kinds of classes

–the director of gradute studies says that the department is really committed to the people here; she discusses work critera (barring a windfall) approved by the faculty: in order to be considered for 6th year funding, you must have defended the dissertation prospectus AND your director of your dissertation must have approved 1 chapter of the dissertation (these decisions won’t be made until the very end of the spring quarter, so write!); heads up on the satisfactory progress benchmarks, you need to meet those benchmarks; 4th years really need to complete the exams (waivers are no longer going to mean much anymore); 2nd years need to complete the MA; this is a way to support as many people as possible with a clear criterion

–dissertation fellowships are not directly affected, pay out from the endowment; the endowment has gone down but it is cushioned; pay out for next year will not be cut as much as the departmental money; PhCs should pay attention to the things sent out from the graduate office via the PhC listserv for funding opportunities

–the chair projects that with the upcoming year, there will be a lot of students coming in and someone will need to teach them; granted money will probably come back into the system but it is uncertain where

The biggest problems are: first, not knowing much until the State decides its budget, which puts people like grad students in a bind because they have to plan for the summer or next year but have to wait to see if they get funding or not; and second, having to suddenly meet benchmarks in some cut-and-dry way, which means some grad students caught in limbo are going to suffer.

My guaranteed funding is up this school year. Next year will be my “sixth year” though it is my fifth year being here (I’m post Master’s), so I am in the category of “not knowing.” I hate it, actually. It was the intention of the department to extend guaranteed funding to sixth years. But the financial meltdown has obliterated that dream. I think I will be fine, but I hate not knowing I will be fine, particularly in matters of money. I really didn’t want to take out another year of loans. I really just want to finish my degree, teach another year, and get out on the market. I am going to apply for upcoming fellowships and such. I’d rather be teaching, though. But all funding opportunities are contingent on your place in the process, your satisfactory progress towards the degree. In other words, how much have you done and how much have you written?

I got through my dissertation prospectus defense and am now supposedly writing. I have started reading and researching (though barely), but I have not actually put pen to paper, hands to keyboard. I don’t even have a working file saved on my computer called “ed’s dissertation.doc” yet. The general dissertation funk is strong in me. It’s not unusual, quite normal actually. Most people simply get stuck, freaked out, depressed, paralyzed, or overwhelmed. I think I’m a little taste of each at the smorgasbord of grad student anxiety and insecurity. In part, I think I’m looking forward and seeing a pretty bleak future. I really wanted to finish this calendar year and try to go on the market this fall. But my committee is against it (unless I actually finish my dissertation). To think that I would be in grad school another two years is depressing to me. And then I have the woefully glutted and woefully sere job market to contend with and figure out. Too many PhDs, not enough positions. Why write my dissertation if it’s going to get me no where? Why start now if I know I have two years to go? Why bother if I can’t get funding to do my work much less to live and eat and sleep under a roof?

That’s where I am at. That’s where I’ll be for a while, I think. That’s what I have to work through.

Like I said, things are generally fine in the now. But down the road looks dodgy.

More soon.

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