It means I'm working two classes in Summer I, Bible as Lit and an intensive (High-school students) 1203 class, because these were the classes I could get, and I have to have this work, or we can't make rent and pay the power bills and pay the other bills.
It's not exactly that I mind the work. I'm glad to get the work, frankly, because we'd be seriously fucked if I hadn't gotten it, one, and (B) both of these classes are excellent classes. I'm especially enjoying the Bible class, if you couldn't tell.
Labor intensive? My Christ.
I'm working from nine in the morning until midnight, or sometimes one a.m., Monday through Thursday, just doing prep work and teaching and grading. (Summer classes meet every day, Monday through Thursday.) This is just on the classes. Not doing anything else. I put in four or five hours on Sunday afternoon, too.
This leaves me, as you will see, two and a half days to write in. Sometimes I spend part of Thursday writing too. And sometimes, after I am done prepping (like now) I stay up late and write for a couple hours; except that means I go short of sleep.
WTF, though, right? We'll sleep when we're dead.
But crap, I keep thinking, when I drag myself out of bed at 8.30, so tired I can barely move, and knowing it's for a paycheck that will just barely cover the bills, and I mean just barely -- there won't be a fucking nickel left over on August 31st: this ain't right.
Something has to change in this country.