Well, my teaching gig didn't work out -- the classes were a shambles, and they needed someone with a lot more teaching experience than I had to clean up the mess in mid-semester. I would've needed to prepare day and night to be able to get myself up to the level I needed to feel comfortable in front of the class. It was just a bad situation, one I probably went into without enough planning.

In any case, I've got leads on a couple contracting positions, so I'm trying not to stress. I have an interview on Monday already at a major pharmaceutical company for an editing position. It's office work, but what else can ya do? It's not like I'll be making less money than teaching (to do that I'd have to work at McDonald's).

I feel like shit about this, to be honest. I went into this teaching gig with the best of intentions, for myself and the students. I thought I'd be able to help them out after a bad teaching experience for the first half of the semester. But I can't just half-ass teaching, as my supervisor suggested (any learning would be better than what they've gotten so far, she figures, and I see her point, but...). Plus I really felt ill at ease in front of a class of students. That's not a good feeling (I even started teaching the wrong lesson to the kids in my first class, and had to recover after 10 minutes of floundering!).

At least I know now that teaching's not for me. At least not the old-fashioned kind. Online would be better, because it wouldn't have the public-speaking aspect. And of course, the class I put together for CourseBridge went live today: "Writing Short Speculative Fiction."

Life, it is so full of little ironies. Later...