I'm finding that I have no feeling for lazy students who come to a class without finishing the reading and I'm nevertheless compelled to feel that I must explain it for them. This is what occurred to me today. And I did so with passion and enthusiasm. I'm too much concerned with getting them understand the material in a classroom (because I assume that's part of my duty as TA), but I'm not at all interested in making them working on it at home, especially when they are overtly unwilling to do so (because this is not my business, in my opinion). Well, this awkward belief might come from my peculiar combination of anarchistic voluntarism, ascetic self-discipline, and nihilistic pedagogy.
