Yesterday's orientation went well. It was overwhelmingly informative, but good. There were donuts, there was an ice breaker (my super hero name will now be The Frigid Wench), and we discussed quite a volatile article about whether or not teachers should "push" their students to contemplate ideas they might be uncomfortable with (should we push them to discuss and write about religion, etc.) . We got our work schedules for the writing center and teaching. I'll be working in the writing center 20 hrs a week and also working with a few developmental "labs" (we're not supposed to call 'em labs). I had no idea I'd be doing that, but I'm already teaching a shitload, so why not add a few labs, right? I also found out I have to take a Colloquia that forced me to drop my Contemporary Lit class. If I hadn't, I would've been forced to give up sleep and one meal a day, and I don't see that happening anytime soon. The bitch of it: the Colloquia doesn't count toward the Masters. It's useless to me now credit-wise (not teaching-wise), but it'll be 6 total hours toward my PhD if I decide to do it. It's required if I want to start teaching for the university next year, too, so they had me by the nads.
The party last night was lovely. There are several people still in the program that I graduated with, so it was nice to see them and get back into the swing of things. The food was great, the company was awesome, and I got into some veryyy interesting conversations about literature, feminism, more literature, and more literature. Oh, and publishing. And research. And composition, and more literature. Whew!
My time will be limited, but I should be home every night by about 7:30, so that's not so bad. I should have time to do assignments, stress out, and do research. Oh, and BLOG! I'd shrivel up and die without it.