Well now this calls for a celebration

I held my last class of the semester today. Celebratory point. (it's all kinds of over from here on out; just fielding emails for the next few weeks)

A student brought her mother to class to talk to me; said mother was upset that her daughter's papers weren't graded, and what was I doing with my time? After explaining the system to this mother, and telling her that I had finished my own grading quota long ago and now graded for other graders without credit just to help speed the system up, she backed down. Celebratory point. (my first confrontation with an irate parent!)

My film paper was well-received and I have been told to polish it for publication. Celebratory point. (though, strangely, the parts I thought were weak were the parts he thought were great)

My film presentation is over, and I was by far the best dressed presenter with the most engaging Q/A session. Celebration point. (interestingly, I was not even nearly the best presenter, but the others were so rehearsed that fielding questions seemed difficult for them; also, many of our number need tips on how to distinguish between chic attire and slut pseudo-attire ... including a lesson on white shirts and magenta bras, and one on disguising fat rolls as opposed to framing them between skirt and shirt--belly button roll squeezed out from between tight uppers and bottoms=eewwww)

The re-re-re-rewriting process is going well on the thesis. We're going modular/modernist in our narrative style in hopes of avoiding boring, drawn-out lag time... with luck, I can still use a lot of my material, and won't be reduced to 7 pages. Kind of celebratory point. (I won't be done or nearly so by the time I come home, but I should be far enough along that a week of less furious writing won't hurt me)

I am no longer responsible for Shitty-dog, the dog with butt hair so long his shit got caught in it regularly and I ended up wiping his bottom like a baby's to prevent him from scooting around the apartment (not mine) tracing squiggles of crap. He ended up doing this twice before I caught him, and I couldn't clean it up as well as I'd have liked to. No more stinky, needy, whiney, yippy, not-at-all-housebroken mutt of doom. Major celebratory point. (haven't heard back from Shitty's owner, but hey, she had wanted me to simply place paper towels over any indoor piles, so I already did way more than I had to)

To celebrate all these celebratory points, I am going to dinner somewhere tonight. I think I'll have company in the form of KM and AMS, but if either/both of them bail, I'm still going out. And Wednesday, I learn even more about the CLEP job I may be getting this summer. Then a week of Lazarus, a flight home, a week of "vacation" in celebration of my adorable, wonderful, spectacular brother's graduation, and back to the mill to crank out/assemble the rest of the thesis. Seriously, I should be able to keep most of it the way it's looking. I may not be in as much trouble as I thought.

And there you have it.

Love and Peace