Bah. On top of being disease-riddled, I got dressing-downs (dressings-down?) today from two bosses, each of whom wanted me to teach less. I get the impression that this is my last chance with the engineering writing center -- I critique and grade the quality of the writing in student lab reports. On the whole, it's...well, it's appallingly bad. It's appallingly bad even after the kids come in and sit for an hour with student helpers who rewrite bits of the reports for them. So I do my usual red-pen job (well, not anymore; I was told not to use red ink, as it scares the kids), ignoring most of the grammatical hash and leaving them notes about organization and quality of argument, or the fact that some form of argument is in fact necessary if they're going support a conclusion, instead. Or that they must explain what the experiment is meant to show, and how. Or that the reader is not in fact inside their heads. Or that if the client has asked them to recommend A, B, or C, they can't suggest D (or, worse, say, "none of the choices are good" and stop there) without a lot of phone calls and maybe a marriage. Or...well, you get the picture. Too many notes, you see. I write too many. I suspect my friend/boss is having his tail stood on by faculty who think writing centers are a waste of money during a 10% universitywide budget cut, so I didn't ask him which notes I ought to take out. But the kids were apparently "flummoxed" and "despairing" and "tuned out" after getting back the last set I marked up. I think a little despair's a healthy thing now and then, but we're not to make them despair. We're to gently encourage, praise. They're scared of writing. We should be grateful that they try.
I stood there blinking at my friend as he told me this; he's a poet, a rather good one, and he's had to teach creative-writing classes before. I always gave creative-writing students good grades if it was clear that they were working. After all, I figured, if they write terrible stories, it doesn't kill anyone. Sure, write puppy porn, no actual puppies are likely to be harmed. But if engineers can't make themselves understood, then yes, I can see people winding up maimed and dead. If they're scared of writing then maybe they ought to go home, or do less consequential work. I think something more than self-esteem-building is required.
The K12 science editor's just desperate for the books to sell before the school districts run out of Obama stimulus money (too late). I should "hit the standards" and forget everything else. Like this section on diffusion, there's nothing in the standards for diffusion about concentration; I can take that out. No, I won't, I tell her; they don't understand what 'concentration' means, they mix it up with 'amount', and if they get that wrong, they won't understand the explanation of diffusion. She'll take it out herself, I'm sure.
Excuse me, Taplow's here with some rotten old book. Gotta run. Stay away from sick people, by the way. Only good thing about this flu is its timing. No snow in the driveway.
