So I’ve been thinking a lot about sessional teaching and it’s advantages/disadvantages. On one hand, I’m utterly convinced that it’s exploitative – it is the grape picking, the piece-working of the education industry. Working conditions are not good. The pay-per-hour rate seems good, but isn’t really a return due the vast amounts of time tutors spend preparing for classes. While there’s the argument that repeat-teaching is more cost-effective for tutors, in practical career terms, there is no reason beyond professional networking to teach a subject more than once – it’s not going to look terribly good on your resume. Most tutors don’t have an office on campus – they usually share space with other tutors. I use a conference room. This has some serious drawbacks: students are less likely to drop in for assistance (an advantage for full time staff, but no good for students). Staff are unlikely to drop in for a chat, to foster collaborative relationships (a topic of great issue to employers) or to provide a little incidental mentoring. Most sessional tutors, though they may take the time to peruse and pilfer the departmental stationary cupboard (I wish I knew where mine was), are more likely to spend their money on printer toner, photocopying paper, pens and bandwidth on teaching. We shall not even begin to discuss the computer facilities available to sessional teaching staff. And let’s not even approach the difficulties of working in an industry with mentors and employers and full time colleagues who are increasingly depressed, frustrated and angry with their own working conditions (I have a theory: sessional staff are mentored in dissatisfaction as much as teaching techniques, particularly as most out-sourced tutors are hired by the most desperate and overworked staff).
So sessional teaching is not a particularly excellent position for the tutors. I’m not even sure it’s a good deal for employers: casual staff who may at whim depart for sunnier climes, casual staff who, while experienced in sessional teaching may not have the research skills, interests or CV of more permanent teachers.
I have heard a number of arguments for sessional teaching – casualised teaching.
1. One can depart for sunnier climes on a whim. Hm. I think that I would trade secure employment for the suspect advantages of uprooting and repositioning.
2. One can pick and choose staff members to teach with, thus securing some sort of professional network which extends beyond one’s supervisor or even one university. Again, I’m not convinced. Most of the ‘early career academics’ in my position teach – or have taught – at more than one campus, in one city or more. This does give you the opportunity to meat more staff, but it also usually means that the staff you’re meeting are incredibly stressed and have little time or energy for mentoring or … whatever else it is you’re supposed to get out of networking. Teaching across universities also prevents you digging in at one institution – making a little nest, really cultivating proper, working mentoring relationships and contacts and perhaps setting yourself up for collaborative research projects or even – gold of golds – research funds.
I can’t really think of any other reasons which are even half as convincing.
I have been trying to convince myself that there are avenues for some sort of tactical exploitation of my own exploitation. I’m not really buying it, I’m afraid. But what have been the advantages of teaching across so many universities and departments?
1. I’ve been able meet and work with some amazing staff. All of these, but 2 (in the four universities I’ve taught at) have been middle aged woman who I have admired, respected and ultimately wanted to be. But I’ve also seen how gender works in university heirarchies. It is women (and the odd reconstructed bloke) who end up with the stooge’s share of heavy-teaching loads. And while they’ve been wonderful to meet and work with (and certainly fabulous in terms of the old girls’ network), I often wonder if it might be a good idea to attach myself to the types of academics whose ambition and general cutthroatedness have helped them avoid the need for sessional assistants. But then, would I want to work with that type of person?
2. I’ve learnt an awful lot. I’ve taught pretty much the same topics and readings and ideas, and had taught the same stuff across the five universities I’ve been involved with. But each department has had a different name: English department; Cultural studies program within an English department; Media Studies program; Communications program; Media within an English, Media and Performing Arts program. It’s been fascinating to see how each of these programs borrow from the same pool of ideas to produce and construct a ‘program’ – an ivory tower, a network of ideas, an ideology (both research and pedagogic) – which is quite unique. And reflects the professional, personal and intellectual interests and needs of the staff involved.
I am utterly unconvinced that all that institutional positioning and course restructuring makes any difference. People like me are still teaching the same things to young people, no matter what the name of the subject/course/degree, the CVs of the convening staff or the publishing profiles of the departmental heads. While the course convenors might intend a new and interesting and cutting edge subject, in practice their financial and employment restrictions necessitate using the same sessional stooges. And it is these stooges who actually do most of the teaching in universities. And course convenors beware: we are constantly negotiating our relationships to what you’re teaching, and there’s a very, very, very good (as in 100%) chance we’re adjusting and tailoring your subject to meet our own intellectual, personal and political goals*.
And it is these stooges who are steadily acquiring mad teaching skills (well, hopefully, but certainly not definitely. Or even possibly), but who ultimately regard sessional teaching as a step to somewhere else, a momentary aberration from a ‘professional’ career in academia. One which does not involve teaching.
But I have learnt a lot. I’ve seen some very good teaching in action, and I’ve seen some very bad. I’ve done my share of each (though I’d hope for a little more of the former, it’s impossible to gauge my own professional development in such an impermanent and constantly-shifting context). I’ve used some excellent readers (most of which could simply be reproduced as some sort of ‘cultural studies in Australia bible’, with a few addenda for localised interests or nods to administrative reshuffles and demands for ‘more digital content’ or ‘more practical applications’). I’ve also managed to keep up with current research – filtered down through the staff I’ve worked with, and occasionally stimulated by a particularly interesting lecture or ‘optional reading’.
3. I’ve had the chance to work with hundreds and hundreds of really bright, really motivated and interested students. Just when I think I hate teaching and never want to do it again, I have a class where someone says something so interesting it’s on my mind for days. Students bring fresh minds to familiar readings, they bring fresh ideas to familiar discourses, and they bring – in many cases – young approaches to increasingly older institutions. Many of the assumptions staff make about viewing habits or media consumption practices or just plain everyday activities are critiqued and challenged by students simply describing what it is they watch on television, where it is they go to eat and how it is they communicate with their friends, families and teachers. I love them.
I’m also struck by just how much many of the overworked staff I deal with love them. They just plain love their stoods. And they take their teaching responsibilities very seriously. Perhaps the hardest thing to see is a staff member bitching about their work load on one hand, and revealing committed, passionate caring for their students and delight in the teaching process on the other. I think that many of these people feel, quite profoundly, that teaching is important, an idea which is particularly unpopular in academia these days.
I would, quite happily, commit myself to a couple of years of doing nothing but teaching undergrads. I’d like to be set up in an office with a computer and a library and a bunch of stationary, and told to teach a bunch of subjects. It’d kick my arse, but I’d really like the opportunity. Even though – as a friend said half in jest the other day – [expressing that desire] ‘is career suicide’. I think that this is perhaps the saddest part of sessional teaching – seeing people who love teaching, who love sharing ideas and listening to students develop an interest in – and passionate attachment to – ideas feel guilt about or some sort of reticence to admit this. I’m not saying that we should all be mad-crazy-Mr-Chips hippy teachers. But I am saying that it seems the worst thing about sessional teaching is that you are faced with learning that teaching is a waste of time, is frustrating, is miserable and just plain bad news. Not terribly encouraging when you’re trying to bust on into this industry.
4. My teaching has inspired new ideas and new plans for papers and research projects which other forms of academic engagement (of which I have precious few) do not. I’m simply inspired by the process of reading and re-reading canonical texts, and then having to find ways of letting students find their own ways to fall in love or in fascination with these ideas. It’s challenging to find class activities or interesting learning and teaching games which make these ideas a) relevant, and b) just plain fun.
I think that the most important part of teaching media and cultural and communications and gender studies is to help students find a way to make this material relevant to their own everyday lives, and to find ways to just plain enjoy playing with it. I mean, de Certeau is fun. He’s dodgy, and his stuff falls, down, but it’s fun to find ways to explore and apply his ideas. And it’s also really, really fun to see students then test out the use-value of this stuff, and to begin to articulate their reservations about concepts. I think this stuff should have some sort of use-value, even if that use is only as an intellectual game, just for the sake of playing.
… but, anyway, I have to end by saying that I’m not terribly hopeful about my future in academia. There aren’t enough jobs. I can’t publish a book (I amn’t really convinced it’s actually all that useful a process anyway). No one gives a crap about dance. Working in universities is generally pretty shit. Perhaps it is better just to stick with sessional teaching, rather than committing myself – so emotionally and so finally – to a full time career in it?
* Some of us are not ready to be postfeminists just yet. Nor are we convinced that newspapers, television, magazines and radio are ‘heritage’ media.
oh man
Glen was right. After ep 3, True Blood is really neat.
It’s addictive. I think I need to negotiate the politics, but for now, I’m just loving it. I Need. To. Watch. It. All. The. Time.
Other programs I’m watching:
- Dawson’s Creek, season 2 (from the beginning, a consecutive viewing). Increasingly intolerable;
- Sanctuary (kind of dumb);
- season 1 of Buffy (if ever you feel a little oppressed by the patriarchy, Buff will help you out. But only seasons 1 and 2. Then it gets too dark);
- season 4 of The Wire (double awesome).
Soon:
- Deadwood from the beginning again.
- Sarah Connor Chronicles.
- Some other stuff.
Cinema atm:
sweet eddie condon (and friends) action
(props to Plog for finding this)
in honour of aquaria
This contemporary aquariums article reminded me of my trip to the Melbourne aquarium (click that image to the left there to see huge jelly blubbage). We went to the Sydney one recently, and I think I prefer the Melbourne aquarium; the Sydney aquarium’s information posters and stuff around the actual fish was quite crap. The Museum kicked both their arses for fully awesome awesomeness.
extremely awesome dj
canadian company cocoon created a dj table for drink company red bull.
made from wood the table consists of slotted cutouts. the space can be
used to store vinyl records and also provides ventilation for the modern
dj’s laptop.
(from designboom – you can follow links to the designer, coccoon, but they have a skanky flash site, so no direct-linking)
little fats and swingin’ hot shot party
Hot Japanese swing. Yes. You can listen to it here.
I am always a sucker for a contemporary band doing skankin’ old timey jazz. Most of the best bands seem to be punker kids. Because, really, that’s what that olden days hawt jass was all about. Sex and drugs and rock and roll.
oh man
I suck. Those last two posts are really painful.
Urk.
maybe i am just getting cynical
I found this video clip on someone else’s blog:
This type of song would have been right up my alley when I was about 16. He’s all mournful and longing for his wooz. It’s very sing-along-able.
But it really doesn’t do anything for me today. Watching, it I thought (in this order):
1. ‘What’s that goob on his… oh, he has a nose ring. Ok. And so does she. Well, I guess piercings are pretty everyday now, aren’t they?’ Goes to show how long it’s been since I watched a mainstream video clip. In the olden days you’d have found a nose ring on any indy boy (or girl), but definitely not in the nostril of this little emo lad. Things’ve changed. And it’s been a long time since I shaved my head each week and wore docs. Now I just let my hair get shaggy and long and wear hiking shoes or sneakers everywhere.
2. ‘He’s singing like a girl, and that’s probably why I would have liked him when I was a teenager.’ All that emotional exposure was not something I would have found in your average northern Brisbane suburban boy in the 80s. It would have been riveting, fascinating and utterly irresistible. I think, in part, because it’s the type of hardcore emoting girls my age did. But not boys. Now I look at it and think ‘harden, up, mate’. If I knew him, I’d know that this arty lad was a one for pulling the guilt trip, some hardcore passive aggressive manipulation (‘I’m emotionally sensitive – you can’t say you don’t want to have sex/come to the party with me/do what I want – I’ll cry or spend hours writing poetry or get into bed and never get out’). These days, this is the type of bloke I have absolutely no patience with. I know that he’s the type of bloke who’d spend hours telling you about his emotions or his poetry or his songs or his whatever, and then cleverly manage to turn the conversation back to himself, him, he when I wanted to perhaps talk a little about myself. I am wary of men who like a woman who listens. I am wary of these soft-centred blokes who really just want you (woman, girl) to listen to how they feel. When I was a teenager, it would’ve been my cup of tea. These days, if I meet a bloke who doesn’t once ask me about myself, or who can happily spend hours talking bullshit about himself, I’m totally not interested. Get a blog, for god’s sake. I like blokes with emotions (and who know how to use them), but this sort of overly-romantic, dumb-rhyming, soft-focus shit gets my hackles up.
3. ‘He’s attractive, attractive in an ordinary-bloke sort of way. Why isn’t the girl in the clip attractive in an ordinary-girl sort of way? Why is she this super-skinny glamour-girl? He’d be so much hotter if she was actually attractive in that idiosyncratic ordinary-girl way.’ It was quite jarring to see this too-conventionally-attractive girl in the clip. It kind of busted up his ‘I’m just interested in what you say’ refrain. Obviously he’s also missing her skinny arse and her lashings of mascara and her my-eyes-look-this-big-because-I’m-malnourished dull as dishwater mainstream chic. Booooring. He’d ring my bell if the woman he’s pining for was actually wearing a proper indy aesthetic, and not just a piercing.
Watching the clip now, listening to it, it’s so difficult to have patience with this sort of music. I think it’s the territory of teenagers. Only they can actually feel like that, so completely and bottomlessly and without any sense of irony. I look at that clip now, and it makes me giggle a bit. Inappropriately. I think this type of music is for teenagers. Because most adults realise that those intense, hormonally charged feelings aren’t going to go on and on forever. You get up, you go to work, you talk to people; you can’t just wallow all day in the way you feel. Unless you actually are a teenager. Or seriously depressed. And only a teenager would think that sort of depression was romantic. I listen to that song (which is designed to be played and played and replayed and replayed and so become eternal and never-ending… interminable) and I think ‘There’s some crazy obsessive stalking going on there. Get over it, mate.’
It certainly pales in comparison with some of the music I listen to now. I mean, Billie Holiday is queen of being freakin’ depressed and on heroin and getting beat up by your man. But her songs manage to be both utterly miserable and also kind of self-depreciating. She knows she’s screwed, but she can manage a wry smile. She has that level of self-awareness. That lad up there… well, really, either he’s trying it on to pull some romantic teenager, or he’s too caught up in his own pain to realise he’s lacking sympathy.
Maybe I am just getting cynical.
i have little to say about this, and so a little post
I’m still a little surprise that many Australian lindy hoppers think of blues dancing as passive, over-sexed, late-night and low-interest. But then, I think that I was lucky in Melbourne to have access to a vibrant local blues dancing community. A community (or should that be sub-branch of the swing dancing community? I think so. Just as we might include balboans for our swing dancing census, blues dancers also Belong To Us) whose social dancing component was at the time far more vibrant, interesting and live-music focussed than the wider local lindy hopping scene. But even in Melbourne, I was surprised that so many lindy hoppers would dismiss blues dancing in the above terms. Particularly when it was blues dancing (and balboa) that made such significant contributions to the groundedness and general movement away from ‘arm leads’ in many leads’ dancing.
For my part, blues dancing was – in late 2007 at least – the most interesting and creatively stimulating part of social dancing in Melbourne. Live bands. A variety of DJs. Lots of leads and lots of follows, of all levels, out social dancing regularly. A pumping party vibe to every social dancing night. There were a number of factors contributing to the health of the Melbourne blues scene (not least of which were enthusiastic and ambitious events-organisers working within the unenviable constraints of school-based teaching and discourse), but I’m not particularly interested in discussing them here.
Really, I don’t have terribly much to say, beyond sending you here to look at this very interesting image. I’ll also add it as a popup image, just in case the site disappears:view image. This image really captures the way I think about blues dancing. Heck, I had trouble writing that – it feels a bit too much like the first year essays I’ve been marking, too close to a dull old semiotic analysis. But really, it is. Firstly, it’s black and white. Or rather, black on white. Kind of unusual for webdesign, but particularly important for a dance which has its roots in black and white media: news print, pre-colour magazines, phonograph records, vinyl, shellac, photographs, early cinema. The white lines are kind of challenging on the eye, adding vibrancy and ‘pop’ to the title ‘blues SHOUT!’, as does the uneven lettering. All of this contributes to the sense of energy and dynamism which I tend to associate with blues dancing. For me, it is not dull or lifeless or passive or low-interest or over-sexed (though some blues dancers – as with lindy hoppers – are!).
Well, I have nothing more to say about this, except perhaps that I’d really like to go to this event. Pity it’s in Chicago, huh?
and finally!
There’re more Showdown clips!
This one is AMAZING
Liberation finals @ ULHS 2008
Because the music is so freakin’ fast. Check out those tiny little bodies running about at such high speeds! In the air! On the ground! Go!
I’m not entirely sure this is lindy hopping music (it’s a bit early – tuba, etc, not enough four on the floor action), but it’s freakin’ great.
I especially like the angle this clips shot at – it puts us amongst it.
(btw, you can see the ‘Revolution’ finals here).
note to self: write diatribe about high heels, the patriarchy and gross deformities of the foot.