#Freaking Out -AND!

Calmly completely freaking out about my move. AND! I quit smoking. I feel this qualifies me to have an opinion on how to do it.

Gambling

The one way I'm like Satan...

Perhaps this is a little weird...

I'm moving to upstate New York...

Because I have a tenure-track job!!! And my teaching evals were awesome.

So... I have very little idea what happened with my last evals. Last time over half said something like "intense" and "intimidating."

These evals say things like "enthusiastic!" "Charming!" "Made me care about rocks!!!" and "Best professor I've had at UIC!"

I did get a few "This class is really, really hard" complaints. However, I got about an equal number of "Her high expectations helped me succeed"-type comments.

And now I have a job. The contract is signed, and I'm moving.

To upstate New York. Which is weird... hard to describe why, but it is.

This might be one of the last posts on Off the Shore. I think I might be done with whatever this was. Not 100% done with blogging, but I might try something more... cheerful.

From the Wilderness,

C

Geology Degrees, Salmon Eggs and "Boys Are Weird, But So Are Girls"

Let the interviews come!

The Ongoing Saga of the Teaching Evals...

I have my comments.

And the abyss stares back...

It was me.

Opening up a can of John Douglas on the situation...

So I got knocked because of my terrible - truly terrible - evals.

I was crying.  I couldn't I believe that my students really felt I was a terrible teacher.