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Today I would like to tell you about my job and why I'm at work on Reading Day.
I work in the Writing Center, an establishment set up by the university to help students better their writing skills. I am a tutor on most days, and I tell students how to properly use the English language, correctly use punctuation, and write so that they will not push their professor into ripping out his or her hair. Every once in a while -- more so last semester than this one -- I act as a student teacher, in which I half-teach a class of students who usually don't want to be there at all, much less listen to a nineteen year-old girl talk about the correct uses of the comma and semicolon. I like my job. I work every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (occasionally more often if I'm requested/no other tutors are available/one of my usual students desperately needs to see me) for a little over minimum wage. The hours and pay are both decent and I really do like my job. I get more good students than bad students, although the bad students are the ones who stand out the most, and Phoebe is really awesome about the scheduling.
Moving on.
FSU (not Florida State. Frostburg State. I know Frostburg isn't a state. Please don't point it out) almost always make the Friday before exam week a day off for students. No classes are held. Some professors/faculty don't need to come in to work. This day off is called Reading Day, as students are supposed to use it to their benefit and study until their brains leak out of their head. I'm not sure if other universities do this or not, but I'm really not complaining. Frostburg does it and that's enough for me.
Now. The clincher.
Even though it's Reading Day and school activities are technically at a temporary stand-still, I woke up at eight-thirty-ish this morning (give or take thirty minutes) and went to work. Why? Because I was scheduled to work today. That's why.
As much as I've complained about it today, I can even understand why I'm working on Reading Day. Students have papers due Saturday and/or during exam week and they would like to go over these papers with a tutor to make sure they're decent. Some professors hand out take-home finals, in which case the student is hoping to earn a better grade by taking their final to the writing center. Some students are just insane and want me to beat commas into their heads one last time before exams. I've done all three today. Oh yes. All three. Because even though it's Reading Day, I had two appointments scheduled and two walk-ins.
( My favourite appointment today, in which I used all the French I remember from my youth... )
And that was my appointment.
Now it is eleven-thirty and I'm bored. Boo. I must find something to do in the time between now and when I have to leave.
...the grammar books behind me need to be alphabetized. Hehehee.
I work in the Writing Center, an establishment set up by the university to help students better their writing skills. I am a tutor on most days, and I tell students how to properly use the English language, correctly use punctuation, and write so that they will not push their professor into ripping out his or her hair. Every once in a while -- more so last semester than this one -- I act as a student teacher, in which I half-teach a class of students who usually don't want to be there at all, much less listen to a nineteen year-old girl talk about the correct uses of the comma and semicolon. I like my job. I work every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (occasionally more often if I'm requested/no other tutors are available/one of my usual students desperately needs to see me) for a little over minimum wage. The hours and pay are both decent and I really do like my job. I get more good students than bad students, although the bad students are the ones who stand out the most, and Phoebe is really awesome about the scheduling.
Moving on.
FSU (not Florida State. Frostburg State. I know Frostburg isn't a state. Please don't point it out) almost always make the Friday before exam week a day off for students. No classes are held. Some professors/faculty don't need to come in to work. This day off is called Reading Day, as students are supposed to use it to their benefit and study until their brains leak out of their head. I'm not sure if other universities do this or not, but I'm really not complaining. Frostburg does it and that's enough for me.
Now. The clincher.
Even though it's Reading Day and school activities are technically at a temporary stand-still, I woke up at eight-thirty-ish this morning (give or take thirty minutes) and went to work. Why? Because I was scheduled to work today. That's why.
As much as I've complained about it today, I can even understand why I'm working on Reading Day. Students have papers due Saturday and/or during exam week and they would like to go over these papers with a tutor to make sure they're decent. Some professors hand out take-home finals, in which case the student is hoping to earn a better grade by taking their final to the writing center. Some students are just insane and want me to beat commas into their heads one last time before exams. I've done all three today. Oh yes. All three. Because even though it's Reading Day, I had two appointments scheduled and two walk-ins.
( My favourite appointment today, in which I used all the French I remember from my youth... )
And that was my appointment.
Now it is eleven-thirty and I'm bored. Boo. I must find something to do in the time between now and when I have to leave.
...the grammar books behind me need to be alphabetized. Hehehee.
