I have a class that meets on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 8:10 in the morning. It seems that this is far too early for the average college student, because they are all essentially zombies.
Today was the worst.
We’re getting into the “learning to critique your own and others’ writing” phase of the course, and I strolled in this morning asking them to do a quick-and-dirty critique of one of the stories they read were supposed to read this weekend. “What did you like about the piece,” I asked, “and what didn’t really work.”
Crickets, is what I’m saying here. They wrote practically nothing, and I carried the conversation essentially by myself.
I have got to figure out a way to get them a little more energized in the morning. My orders suggestions of coffee (or Red Bull) seem to be falling on deaf ears, and the fact that I brought in a couple dozen Munchkins didn’t seem to ameliorate the situation at all. They also fail to recognize that I, too, have to be here at 8:10, nor do they consider that my day starts a hell of a lot sooner than that (one girl admitted to rolling out of bed at 8:00, just in time to walk to class on time).
I would like to enjoy this course, but if it’s going to be a matter of me stomping up and down – or playing the clown trying to entertain a bunch of sleep-deprived teenagers – it’s going to be a frickin’ long semester.