I feel like bitching about something. Let’s see . . .
. . . yeah, office hours; that’ll do.
I ought to enjoy office hours. I’m just a TA, so students generally bring all of their really tough questions — and all of the nasty angst-dripping personal issues — to the prof. I rarely get any complaints worse than grade disputes, and when I can’t resolve one of those amicably, I can always pass the buck to the prof. So, I don’t especially dread office hours.
The other thing is, I love one-on-one teaching. I enjoy sitting down in front of a keyboard (or standing up in front of a whiteboard) with students who want to learn something and working with them until they do. When the lights go on and they get it — that makes my day.
I used to teach labs. I’d get up in front of two dozen students in front of two dozen computers, give a twenty-minute lecture on malloc() or something, and spend the next two and a half hours answering the questions everyone was too shy to ask during my lecture. That was great. Office hours are the next best thing for one-on-one teaching.
So why do I bitch about it?
Well, to start with, I don’t have an office. (TA, remember? This department doesn’t have office space for grad students.) So instead of giving office hours in a comfortable, well-prepared space, I get to saunter over to the undergrad computing labs and hole up amid the incessant drone of students, cell phones, and too-damn-loud iPods.
This would be less of a problem if I had a steady stream of eager students (or hell, let’s not be greedy — panicked and/or resigned students, too) to chat with and — maybe — enlighten. That is, after all, why I give office hours in the first place. Problem is, those students don’t show up. When I give office hours, there’s a better than even chance that no-one will show up. In fact, since I stopped teaching labs and started giving general office hours, I don’t think I’ve seen more than eight different students show up for any given course.
That’s not to say that I’ve only heard from eight or so students. No, I get plenty of email. Quite often, I ask whoever emailed me to come to my office hours for a better explanation (it’s amazing what you can do with a whiteboard and a little bit of interaction). Invariably, whoever it is says “sure”, and promptly forgets about it. I’m not surprised — coming to my office hours is far less convenient than sending me a peremptory and poorly-written email. Pisses me off, though.
I wonder if reminding my next set of students that they’re paying for me to give office hours, whether they show up or not, would get any more of them to come pay me a visit. If they pull the “I’m paying your salary” attitude, I can point out that their tuition pays — maybe — five cents of my wages, toss them a nickel, and call it even.
The really fun part about my office hours — beyond the tedium of the undergrad labs, beyond student absenteeism — is that everyone gets to evaluate them. It never fails: I see half a dozen students over the course of the semester, but all thirty enrolled have an opinion of how I ran my office hours — and scribble it on my evaluation forms.
