Since I have managed to survive the semester, barely, I suppose it’s only fitting that according to the silly web-test I end up the same place that I feel I already am.

The Dante’s Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell – Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Very High
Level 2 (Lustful) High
Level 3 (Gluttonous) High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Low
Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) High
Level 7 (Violent) Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) Moderate
Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) Very Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

While I’m not so sure about the virtuous tag, it was nice to see that even with my increased workload this semester, students still seem to like me. One of my favorite comments, which I seem to get every semester is:

“You talked to us like we were people instead of something beneath you.”

This time, it came from a student on her second go-round in Comp. I. She wrote me a very scathing appraisal of her first teacher. She passed this time, barely. The weird thing is that most of my first-year students seem to feel more able to communicate with me than the graduate students I sit in the same classrooms with. They think I’m miles ahead of them, at least theory-wise. The thing that most of them just can’t believe is that I teach the same sort of theory to my first-year students (minus most of the jargon) that I talk about in graduate classes. The first year students are actually more interested in it. That makes me kind of sad.

I should take some time to relax, but I can’t seem to. Nothing seems finished, even though technically, it is. It looks like I’m going to be an assistant for a web-class next fall. I’m going to miss the classroom. I really enjoy talking to people in person. I enjoy trying to get something across, something worth spending money on. I can’t believe that other teachers just make students write for no apparent reason other than to grade them at the end. Grading is the worst part. Teaching is the best.