Surprises

I like surprises -- well, I like some surprises. Today as I was poking around in my college's website, I discovered that I've been assigned two summer classes. I was neither asked nor told I would have these classes, and I'm not happy about how I found out. Tomorrow I will call and ask if the courses have been confirmed, but it sure looks like they have been. I need to place book orders, which are probably already overdue, and just generally plan for the classes. On the one hand, it's good. Adjuncts rarely (as in truly almost never) get summer classes, and these two are at the Naval base where I'm currently teaching. Both of the classes are my favorite course to teach, one prep, nice and easy.

On the other hand, I don't like being out of the loop in decisions about my life. My son is graduating from college in June, and we're planning a family trip in July. I will likely take the classes and just take off the days I need to. The other thing that makes me angry about this is that I applied for a full-time position at the campus who makes the schedule for base, and I didn't even get an interview. I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again: It's a real slap in the face not to be interviewed for a position you applied for which you're already doing. I could just scream!

Instead, I will prop my feet up and plan my next move. I need to find a nice balance between respectful and firm; I'm usually pretty good at that. I am going to accept the classes and also express myself regarding not getting an interview. It should be an interesting conversation.