Today, for instance, I figured out that--unless I am under a ferocious crush of paper grading--it does not make sense to get up at 5:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Bruce checked with me this afternoon to see what hours I want to be available as evening assistant chair, and since I teach until 5:15 on T/Th anyway, I said 5:30-6:30 those two days. And today, I had a hell of a hard time getting to P&B at 1, never mind all the way through my last class. I used the rotten weather as an excuse to bail on my evening hour, but from now on, it makes more sense to sleep a little later so my energy holds up a little longer into the day. Thursdays will be a little more complicated, as I have class at 10, which means I can't sleep past 6 anyway, but even that extra half hour might help get me through.
The day felt weirdly chaotic and unfocused, even though it actually went OK. I got a fair amount of stuff marked this morning, showed a video in 229 to give the students a little historical grounding (a shameful number of them know absolutely fucking nothing about the history of the westward expansion of Euro-Americans and why that created conflict with the people who were already living here), and did the same basic thing in 102 that I did with the other two sections.
And I'm hoping wildly that the ice storm we're supposed to get tonight (on top of, yep, more snow) means at worst a delayed start tomorrow: I really want to see those students and get them up to speed. In the thirty years I've lived in New York, I've never seen a winter with this much bad weather back-to-back-to-back, and it's annoying as hell on all sorts of levels.
But now I'm home and in "soft clothes" and frantically hungry (and the cats are telling me they've never been fed in their entire lives, not once), so I'll go tend to my life. More anon.
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