Earlier this month, I had been looking forward to some time to focus on writing and to recuperate from the semester of teaching but those plans went right out the window. My personal life took an unexpected nose-dive. It's been a very tough month. Luckily, the chaos hit in the final week of class and I've had three weeks to wallow in my sadness but I also blew away those three weeks that I had planned to complete revisions on a chapter and to do some RA work. One week remains until the start of a new semester. I am to teach yet another new course, this time a fourth year seminar on pharmaceuticals. I just hope I pull myself together this week.
Earlier this summer, I went from scrambling to be ready to put myself out in the job market this year to making the difficult decision not to. This significantly freed up my daily schedule but I was determined to continue the daily writing routine I had set up in the summer. I found the space, (workspace at my advisor's research hub), times (late morning to late afternoon) and days (weekdays only, not weekends) that work for me so that I consistently wrote everyday and still managed to enjoy the weekends. I did this while balancing the responsibilities of teaching and RA administrative work. We all know that finding a routine like this is like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow: it's rare, much sought after and when you find it you hold on to it with your dear life.
But then you can't plan your life like you can plan your schedule. Life doesn't allow for micro-managing. It likes to throw you curve balls: personal tragedies, injuries, accidents, etc. What do you do then? And what do you do when you're on a tight schedule?
One of the things I try to be mindful of when teaching is to not perpetuate neo-liberal demands on the individual without regard for structural forces. With general increase in tuition costs and decline in the guarantee of employment after graduation, university and college students these days face major pressures. They often work full-time, have various family responsibilities and get sick quite often. Let's face it. Life as an undergrad is extremely stressful. As an instructor, I want to see myself as a facilitator in learning, not a gatekeeper for diplomas and grades or an enforcer of penalties. With grading systems in universities and the role of post-secondary education in social stratification, it's impossible to fully dissociate my from these roles. But I try to do my best. I make a point of being lenient on late assignments so long as the students explain their reasons. I think this effort on my part creates a climate of trust between the students and I and produces good work from the students.
I want--and should--apply the same kind of leniency based on a critical stance in relation to neo-liberalism on my own work ethic. It's really hard not to feel like I'm slacking off and wasting my time. I often have to remind myself that I'm taking the necessary time to heal and recover from a very stressful event. As my best friend reminds me, not only is it necessary, it is feminist to value emotional well-being and to withstand capitalist pressures to primarily define myself solely in terms of work.
So far, I've taken some steps to help those around me be aware of where I am. I've told my advisor that I'm facing some challenging times in my persona life and I asked a professor for additional time to do RA work for her. In other words, I've asked for help... and I tried to do so in a way that is professional, respectful and honest. So far, everyone has been very kind and generous, which is not always the case. I have also been very lucky because not everyone would be so accommodating. I'd like to think that asking for help when times are tough (because, let's face it, they can't always great) and allowing myself to be a bit vulnerable actually makes me come across as more mature and professional.