My post-undergrad life began today as a grad student at Mizzou (still). As a part of my acceptance into the Master's program, I was offered a TA position in the Stats Department with a pretty hefty scholarship. I was expecting to lead discussions my first year, but I found out on Thursday that I would actually be teaching classes. To be honest, I was terrified. I went from a guy who was just sitting through classes to the one teaching them. Plus, the fact that all of this was sprung on me with three days to spare didn't help.
Basically, I'll be doing everything except for writing the tests, which the professor/advisor who's in charge of the class will do. So I've gotta be making lesson plans, writing the notes, holding office hours, and making the homework/quizzes. Little bit of a change from undergrad stuff. Oh yeah, and this class has 50 kids in it...
Day 1 was a struggle. Couldn't sleep last night due to stress/anxiousness. I had difficulties with the computer in the class. I was on the verge of sweating through my shirt. My palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms were heavy. There was vomit on my sweater already, moms spaghetti. I blazed through the syllabus and dismissed everyone in 5 minutes. I wanted to make that impression that I was that cool instructor that didn't teach on the first day. Whether everyone picked up on that, who knows.
The rest of this week could also be a sheeetshow. I gotta start making notes and that crap. Better get used to this real quick or this semester will be somethin else.
Until next time.
Professor Gunshow
Basically, I'll be doing everything except for writing the tests, which the professor/advisor who's in charge of the class will do. So I've gotta be making lesson plans, writing the notes, holding office hours, and making the homework/quizzes. Little bit of a change from undergrad stuff. Oh yeah, and this class has 50 kids in it...
Day 1 was a struggle. Couldn't sleep last night due to stress/anxiousness. I had difficulties with the computer in the class. I was on the verge of sweating through my shirt. My palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms were heavy. There was vomit on my sweater already, moms spaghetti. I blazed through the syllabus and dismissed everyone in 5 minutes. I wanted to make that impression that I was that cool instructor that didn't teach on the first day. Whether everyone picked up on that, who knows.
The rest of this week could also be a sheeetshow. I gotta start making notes and that crap. Better get used to this real quick or this semester will be somethin else.
Until next time.
Professor Gunshow