So, I got an email the other day, out of the blue, from a small university I interviewed at a couple of years ago. They asked if I can teach a summer anthropology course...which starts NEXT WEEK.
HOLY CRAP.
Naturally, I can't say YES GOD PLEASE fast enough, but I'm also FREAKING OUT. They emailed me the (regular school year) syllabus but really, there's only so much that a one and a half page schedule/vague class description can tell you about what you're supposed to do for four hours, once a week. I'll be spending the next several days going through all my articles, books, computers - scrounging for articles (because I'd rather teach from material I am familiar with than with the other professor's list).
~*~*~*~FREAKING OUT~*~*~*~
HOLY CRAP.
Naturally, I can't say YES GOD PLEASE fast enough, but I'm also FREAKING OUT. They emailed me the (regular school year) syllabus but really, there's only so much that a one and a half page schedule/vague class description can tell you about what you're supposed to do for four hours, once a week. I'll be spending the next several days going through all my articles, books, computers - scrounging for articles (because I'd rather teach from material I am familiar with than with the other professor's list).
~*~*~*~FREAKING OUT~*~*~*~
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