Madness and chaos abound. The Seniors don't know whether to run amok or back to their dorms in fear. And I'm too incoherent for anything like paragraphs, so...
- Mother's Day continues to bedevil me - the gift bought for Mom #2 well in advance online to be shipped and received has just gone up in smoke with a "oh, sorry, we don't have this in stock after all" e-mail. If I don't find something good tomorrow, it won't be pretty....
- an 8 a.m. final? Seriously? If 8 a.m. was honestly an option for me, don't you think I'd have a job that paid better?
- you know it's been a hell of a term when you find yourself thinking "Grading 42 papers in the next three days seems like a vacation."
- stopped by the Dean to congratulate me as it's been decided various things I've done have pushed the department's freshmen enrollment up. It's anecdotal, but I'll take it.
- sent an e-mail to the graduating seniors to facilitate some end-of-the-line things and made at least one student cry (in a good way)
- flickers of hope for the summer course - cross your fingers, as I'd like the pittance it pays
And so, once more unto the breach...
