Roads are tougher. The door closes one by one.
People expect more from me. I need to breathe and rest. Please give me time to eat, and please don't oppress my intelligence (or wisdom if it's called that way).
KPI, research papers, teaching excellence award, I am declaring that I don't need that to live, and I don't live for that!
Why am I working so hard? I can't please all parties at once!
I just want God's approval...
Just now did a little math, with 15 teaching hours and 4 consultation hours, coupled with 1-day SPSS training every fortnight, I'm afraid there is time left for serious research.
On top of that, it is not my will to work outside of workday, but I had compassion on them. I struggle to say no to people who come all the way (one under rain) to seek my guidance.
In this way, half of my Sunday is gone. And a rain ruins my sport plan, as usual.
Teaching at its best: not when I have no control.
Someone come, someone come, and fill the divide.
Just now did a little math, with 15 teaching hours and 4 consultation hours, coupled with 1-day SPSS training every fortnight, I'm afraid there is time left for serious research.
On top of that, it is not my will to work outside of workday, but I had compassion on them. I struggle to say no to people who come all the way (one under rain) to seek my guidance.
In this way, half of my Sunday is gone. And a rain ruins my sport plan, as usual.
Teaching at its best: not when I have no control.
Someone come, someone come, and fill the divide.
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