On the road to recovery after tense night awake experiencing the effects of what I recognize today as harassment. I look terrible of course, and my energy is low. There are deep circles under my eyes.
In the end, I felt up to making a last appearance in the class from hell. The two students who had been lined up to present had TED videos lined up to watch and discuss, though one of them, Ms. Sourpuss, did not complete the assignment. I did not bother marking them, anyway.
The ones who had been marked lowest for low attitude, and that was only, say, 88 to 95, couldn’t look me in the eye and continued to complain and frown. Sourpuss especially resented my presence and my leading role in the class, as usual, and was reluctant to answer me and follow my lead. At one point, I called her “Smiley” in class.
Most of them all had sweet smiles and “hello’s” for me, which was practically a first. They seemed tainted though. I was sceptical. Like, now they make an effort to smile after maybe half of them have spread poison and demanded me to be removed.
I just received a text message from one of the young new guys in the general English program who says they have asked him to teach the “adult education” classes as of next week. “Adult ed”? All our students are adults, except during vacation camps. I think that is a reference to the coordinator’s false claim he is making today that the problem is that I don’t know how to teach “adult” (30-50 years old) students, even if others report I have a good reputation with students. Whatever. I have not replied to the new guy, but then he did not ask a specific question and his message was incomplete. That’s that character in a nutshell. Aw, they just think that they can appease the situation by installing a young guy whom they figure will be more entertaining for the last month.
My colleagues were around and they expressed solidarity and were quite supportive. There is some shared outrage over what has gone down. I am quite sure that my home department sees through what has happened. Our Dean, who is stationed across the hall from my office, had a deep devious smile on his face when he saw me arrive today.
I just took care of some dry cleaning, got my roots tinted, and picked up a bottle of red wine. I need it today, I’m afraid. I must rest and pick it up. I know wine is not on our list of ways to live positively, but this is a drastic situation calling for a drastic solution. I won’t drink more than about three glasses. I never do.