Now that I am fancy-pants adjunct instructor of meaningless-liberal-arts-whatever, however, I have all the responsibility I used to so gleefully upward delegate. Grades, curves, all of this are 100% up to me, which is kind of scary. Also in my corner are the 10.000 whiny e-mails that will go like this:
Student: I don't understand why I got an F in your class. I came to class, I did pretty well on the tests.
Me: Well, actually, Student, you did okay on the tests, but you failed to turn in any of the written work.
Student: I didn't know it was assigned.
Me: It was listed on the syllabus, mentioned in class, and an assignment sheet was posted to the course website.
Student: It's not fair. I'm telling, and I'll do what I have to to get my grade changed to the grade I think I deserve.
I so wish this was an example was an exaggeration, but sadly, not even a little. Indeed, I might be representing the Student in this exchange as though they were being more reasonable and mature than they actually will be when the excrement hits the fan.
Therefore, I miss my old job. Seriously. I have no desire to deal with any of this. I want to head into summer blissful and ignorant of what a terrible and unfair human being I am. Growing up sucks.