First in a series of posts on my thoughts at the end of the semester on teaching.
Ever since I brought forth Sylvia (with a bit of help from my wive), I have been teaching a primarily night schedule. I have (amongst my other classes) taught Comp I from 7:30-9:10pm. This is pretty late for "welcome to college" students, and the class numbers have, as the semester goes on, dwindled. One of them went down from twenty students at the beginning of the semester to a mere three at the end. I'm down to 7 in my late class, but that's okay...it is admittedly easier to learn their names this way.
Starting in the Fall, I'm back on the day shift. It will be weird walking out of the university and still being able to see the sun. I will also feel like less of a vampire....not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you.