twiddling thumbs
so. grading is was supposed to be finished by midnight to last night. i'll be the first to call that unreasonable, but would you know, it very nearly happened? last semester, we were waiting around mere hours before grades were due to be turned in to the school, and still had nearly a hundred odd assignments left. it was a madhouse of folks angry at folks, and frustration abounded. here it is only about an hour after the 'deadline' and there are only three hundred or so papers left. let me say this with no sarcasm [really]: i am quite impressed. grades aren't really due until the 18th, and here on the semi-eve of the 15th, they're nearly all graded. wow. the new powers that be tend to get things done, eh?
that being said, last year i ended up grading some of my own students' work [a no-no in our system, as there are plenty of other instructors whose students you are supposed to be grading] the night before just to be sure i could submit grades. this year, two+ days early, there is a single paper left to be graded before all my students' work is ready to be tabulated and submitted. i could dance. [i won't, however. my dancing is the whitest of white girl dancing, and as such, should be reserved only for the punishment of viewers.]
point is, aside from a handful [an overflowing hand, but still just a handful] of 'but please, couldn't you bump it up? a little nudge? no one would notice, but it would help me SOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo muuuuuuuuuuuch!' emails, i'm done. a few rejection emails still to be sent, but on the whole, tomorrow morning can be the last i think of this process. i can head up to school, return the library books i borrowed, say goodbye to folks, and clean my offices. then i can spend some quality time banishing the squalor of paper-writing frenzy from my apt.
it is sad, i know, but i really haven't felt it 'time' to head for bed until just now. it may have something to do with the amount of sleep i got last night. i crawled between my sheets at around 10:30. the alarm was set for 8. that alone would have done it, right? that's something like 10 hours. nope. when i first became cognizant this morning, the alarm clock said 12:27. the sun smiled upon me, the cats were pawing at my face begging for breakfast they usually get at 6 or 7 in the morning. poor cats.
it's little wonder i'm not tired again until now, but at the same time, i really shouldn't even be tired until three or four this morning. just saying. the alarm's getting set for 8 again, and this time, i think i'll make it out of bed by 9. maybe ten at the latest. gradually, i'll return my body to that lovely schedule it knew before this whole mess started. bed by 10-ish, awake by 6. really awake, and not groggy. ah. i'm an old lady before my time.
knitted today. a lot. 40+ rows of doily, and a hackey sack. a couple rows of blanket project that's been the keep-hands-busy project for nearly a year. it'll be ready for me when i enter a nursing home decades from now, at the rate it's growing. oh well.
right! should go to bed now. nothing pressing that is keeping me from it.
love and peace. [and a bit of sorrow over the type of post semester stress syndrome that makes it necessary to remind oneself to sleep]
that being said, last year i ended up grading some of my own students' work [a no-no in our system, as there are plenty of other instructors whose students you are supposed to be grading] the night before just to be sure i could submit grades. this year, two+ days early, there is a single paper left to be graded before all my students' work is ready to be tabulated and submitted. i could dance. [i won't, however. my dancing is the whitest of white girl dancing, and as such, should be reserved only for the punishment of viewers.]
point is, aside from a handful [an overflowing hand, but still just a handful] of 'but please, couldn't you bump it up? a little nudge? no one would notice, but it would help me SOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo muuuuuuuuuuuch!' emails, i'm done. a few rejection emails still to be sent, but on the whole, tomorrow morning can be the last i think of this process. i can head up to school, return the library books i borrowed, say goodbye to folks, and clean my offices. then i can spend some quality time banishing the squalor of paper-writing frenzy from my apt.
it is sad, i know, but i really haven't felt it 'time' to head for bed until just now. it may have something to do with the amount of sleep i got last night. i crawled between my sheets at around 10:30. the alarm was set for 8. that alone would have done it, right? that's something like 10 hours. nope. when i first became cognizant this morning, the alarm clock said 12:27. the sun smiled upon me, the cats were pawing at my face begging for breakfast they usually get at 6 or 7 in the morning. poor cats.
it's little wonder i'm not tired again until now, but at the same time, i really shouldn't even be tired until three or four this morning. just saying. the alarm's getting set for 8 again, and this time, i think i'll make it out of bed by 9. maybe ten at the latest. gradually, i'll return my body to that lovely schedule it knew before this whole mess started. bed by 10-ish, awake by 6. really awake, and not groggy. ah. i'm an old lady before my time.
knitted today. a lot. 40+ rows of doily, and a hackey sack. a couple rows of blanket project that's been the keep-hands-busy project for nearly a year. it'll be ready for me when i enter a nursing home decades from now, at the rate it's growing. oh well.
right! should go to bed now. nothing pressing that is keeping me from it.
love and peace. [and a bit of sorrow over the type of post semester stress syndrome that makes it necessary to remind oneself to sleep]
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