T.S. Eliot

Time and the bell have buried the day,
The black cloud carries the sun away.
Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis
Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray
Clutch and cling?
Chill
Fingers of yew be curled
Down on us? After the kingfisher’s wing
Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still
At the still point of the turning world.

That is a very modernist text, I must say.

All time may be unredeemable but it is a fact that, if grading certain kinds of papers did not make me feel as desperate as it does, I would not have crises I had to process on this weblog. And if I did not process crises on this weblog but visualised myself as an expert instead, the grading would be done and I would be much more pleased than I am now. I will remember this.

We are going to have detailed instructions for everything now, program wide, so we will actually know what program standards are. I know why some people are displeased with assessment, but I like it. I know dark reasons why we have it — so that in the end, people teaching will not have to have expertise, they will just buy a textbook package and apply some rubrics; so that the for-profits can compete with us and we with them.

Still I am grateful for assessment in the current situation because nothing else has come along so far to force our program to have some sort of rhyme or reason. That is not the fault of the professors in the field here, but it is a large part of the reason my predecessor retired early.

Axé.


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