I taught an entry-level course about a week ago and have another one coming up this week. So much for Thanksgiving! Honestly, I miss more holidays due to these obligations than should really be allowed.
But that's not the point of this post.
I get students from all over the world. This last class had a South African, two Indians, a Brit who grew up in Kenya, a Kenyan whom you would think is a Brit, and a guy from Burma (now Myanmar in the news), not to mention a few generic out-of-towners.
One of my students is now out sick with a horrific cough. I'm drinking cough syrup like a ghetto party animal (look up the reference if you are not familiar with the latest drug craze). I wake up every few hours coughing like a 40 year twopack smoker.
Now I have a sore throat and my chest feels like a boa constrictor is thinking about making a meal of me. The worst thing is that I'm going to have to teach again in just two days. That means I won't only be trying to project while almost dying, I'm going to probably be passing this on to several others who are not yet infected with this bronchial infection.
Hazards of Teaching
November 20th, 2012 at 12:59 am
November 20th, 2012 at 08:39 am 1353400784
November 26th, 2012 at 02:28 pm 1353940115
November 27th, 2012 at 02:03 am 1353981799
I have never been so miserable while teaching. I got a call on day three. The customer wants me to do it again on 6 December. Of course, I said, "Yes."