Tuesday, October 02, 2007
I'm chairing the accreditation team at school. Someone else had been the chair of this committee, but he didn't finish stuff up last year, and then he retired. And left no paperwork. No notes. No hard copy of anything. Just whatever the committees who did the work had stored on their computers.
We're in crunch mode - the accreditation self-study needs to be in the hands of the reviewers on or before October 24. So we need to mail things by Oct. 20.
I'm still trying to get all information submitted - which means endless meetings and trying to cajole others into writing what they need to write. I'm trying to make it easy. I give people hard copies of the forms. I email the forms. I carry the laptop computer so they can use their jumpdrives to get the forms. So this way, no one has to look up anything, or recreate the form - just type into the stuff I give them.
No one wants to do this. I get arguments about why wasn't this done last year? Well I don't know, I wasn't chairing the committee last year. The delay isn't from me.
Grown people. Professionals. Arguing, hoping that I'll capitulate and tell them I'll do their work. (Like I know what they do in the Math department to work toward student achievement? Like I know how many computers we have in the entire school?)
So I called DH and told him I really want to go walk off some of this frustration, and then reward myself with a big ice cream.
I think we're going to walk, and then just have a normal dinner.
But oh, chocolate would soothe my agitated soul!