The endless winter sun

…is appreciated. It is possible to live yet better.

I love my job because I am barely teaching to any aspect of the language requirement and thus, barely using any textbook-company generated books.

I am severely traumatized, I am told, by the language requirement courses here and the politics around them. I know I was disablingly traumatized by my first job and by mainstream (and covertly Christian, although I did not know it) psychotherapy, which together I call Reeducation.

(I was not traumatized by not getting tenure, but it was ruinous economically and that, not some reason like achievement or validation, is why I recommend to people not to get turned down for tenure.)

But my unrecognized traumas have to do with working for the language requirement here, and going through the incredibly unprofessional tenure process here.

→ And one should be able to pull for the team and teach the basic courses in one’s discipline, and in theory I do not mind, but my discipline isn’t really Hispanism and my default ideas of what a basic course is are the introduction to literature, or English composition, or the introduction to Latin American Studies.

→ Not the acquisition of a second language, at least not an introductory Spanish course. I think I could do it better at the elementary school level, or at the university level, with a group of adept devotees. Not as part of a requirement for the masses.

→ People in Latin, Greek, Arabic, who say it is important to teach the first course in one’s language, do not know what it is to teach Spanish, anyway; and I speak other languages I can teach, anyway, in case I need to prove loyalty somehow, or dedication, by teaching a foreign language.

In any case my unrecognized traumas have to do with working for the language requirement here, and going through the incredibly unprofessional tenure process here.

The sun is out again, and it is possible to live yet better.

#OccupyHE

Axé.


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