The summer semester is now half over and I have not yet gotten the first papers, though I have (unfortunately) marked up the drafts. They are not good at all, and show that students have not for the most part understood what we have been talking about for three weeks now. They uniformly have not understood essay structure or how to analyze evidence, even though we spent weeks working on these things. I feel like a tape recorder, saying the same things to each student.
Today we watch the film Vertigo and go on to the second assignment, ready or not. I'm just hoping that somewhere between the first and second essay some of what I've been saying kicks in.
Six weeks is an awfully short time for that to happen. My stomach feels terrible every morning when I wake up. This pace is killing me.