Too easy: I assign one book for the first session of a directed reading graduate level course that meets every other week.
Too hard: it’s over eight hundred pages long. (The Making of the English Working Class for those who are curious. And it so worthwhile. . . in context which we’ll provide with the discussion and the follow-up assignment.)
Too short: my assignments due this week and next in the first and second year courses are giving some students fits. Why? They feel there’s no way to explain one interpretation of The Prince or construct an analytic biography of one person in 800 words or less.
Too long: the length of time some students have lingered in our graduate program. You can take four years, full time, for the M.A. or six years, part time. Apparently not generous enough for some people. I just finished up four letters to certain students notifying them of their parlous status and what options, if any, they had.
Too much: paperwork to complete for our graduate program assessment by the provincial agency, carried out once every seven years. This will be the third time I’ve essentially supervised putting this package together. And, yes, I’ve only been on faculty fourteen years. You do the math.
Too little: Sleep, chocolate and recreational reading.