Originally Posted by emilysmama
Oh, I'll end this post with a totally inappropriate word of advice. My husband drinks a lot of coffee, so one very late night, in the middle of his one hour drive home, nature called him with extreme urgency (if you get my meaning). Everything was closed, so he got out of the car to relieve himself by the side of the road, and that's when he discovered that he had locked himself out of the car. Even worse, for some reason, he had left his cell phone in his car. (This I still don't understand to this very day, because he constantly wears his cell phone on his person.) So, with no way to call me or anyone for help, he had no choice but to trek a while (couple miles?) by foot to a house (farm?), where he was fortunate enough to find someone to take pity on him and help him. (I don't remember the exact details, maybe they helped him break into his car?) I think the weather was on the very chilly side. So my husband came home at some insanely late hour that night, and had to essentially turn around and go back to teach the next morning's classes, with no sleep. So don't do THAT, if you decide to undertake this commute. :D
Awesome! My mom once started the car to warm it up and then got out to brush off the snow, but she accidentally locked the door in doing so. She'd been taking a night class and was able to find a pay phone (back in those pre-cell phone days) and called us. At least the car was nice and warm by the time she got back in.
I am applying. So are two of my colleagues, if not more, but that's to be expected.
In completely depressing, the-old-boys-club-still-exists news, it turns out that having a child in the middle semester did, in fact, come back to get me.
At the time, my supervisor and I made all the plans, knowing that I'd have her mid-semester. We were teaching identical sections of the same class; I synced my syllabus with his, wrote up notes and posted all of that online, wrote all of my tests and made enough copies for all the students and had those waiting in my file cabinet. I told him about where everything was; I continually told my students what to expect, that the notes were posted, etc. After I had J, I continued to grade all of their written assignments (which they turned in online). After six weeks we chatted: the semester had another 1.5 weeks to go and I offered to return and finish up. He said I didn't need to. His wife was due late in the semester, so I also offered to give the final; he said it wasn't necessary (and ended up asking for someone to proctor it because his wife gave birth only a day or two before it). Also, he ignored the tests I'd left and just used his own, which seemed fine because he was already giving a test to his own section anyhow.
And that was that; I returned to my usual schedule in the fall when J was 5 months old.
Then, out of the blue, my class load was reduced from three classes to one; my dept chair told me it was because they hired some new FT people and they needed to teach some extra classes. I found it odd that I was the only one who lost two classes and all the other adjuncts had their usual load, but figured ok, whatever--I can't think of anything that's gone down lately, and it's way too late for the whole maternity leave thing to be counting against me now, right? Seems like teaching my regular load for two semesters now would prove that I'm a serious professional and all that.
Apparently said supervisor wasn't going to give me any classes. I ended up with one only because the department chair stepped in, and a colleague heard something about my supervisor not liking the way my maternity leave was handled.
Based on the conversation with my colleague, I don't think it has anything to do with how it was actually handled. It seems to be about perceptions, and we've seen that play out in other areas. Also, it is very difficult to communicate with him, and everyone has experienced that on various levels.
There's nothing to be done really (not least because it was just a comment), but I'm seriously annoyed. And depressed that we have to keep fighting the same battles over and over.
(No worries. I have every intention of letting him know that I'm available and interested in teaching more than one class next semester. I was going to do that anyhow, so this just gives me added impetus.)