I have no idea what happened to the time after class, but I suddenly find I've accomplished very little and it's almost time to rush off to dance class (unusually on a Monday this week, which is part of the time crunch). I did get some notes prepared for Paul, so he can think a bit about subbing my class on the Monday after the break; I wanted to give him as much time as possible to prepare, knowing how much I appreciated that when I subbed recently.
Of the students in Nature in Lit, the two young women showed up today; none of the men. And neither had read the assignment in any detail (or at all). So, we were back to where we'd been the first few classes: me reading a few sentences aloud, then we talk, then read more, then talk. At the start of class, I did let them read a while on their own, while I did a little review: I realized I haven't read the material in a very long time, and this is something I don't know well enough to wing it. But I'll be ready for Thursday. I hope they are, too.
Despite my firm decision to leave all work in the office this weekend, I ended up running to campus on Friday to grab some stuff: I realized I'd forgotten about the journal-logs and glossaries the 102 students had submitted on Wednesday, and I wanted to be able to get at least that much back to them today. Which I did. Tomorrow I'm going to have to do quite a slog of paper grading; ditto Wednesday, to get their papers back to them--but I have a little more time for all that tomorrow, too, so it should work out. Note the qualifier: "should." I almost always encounter unexpected delays--and I always get the work done eventually, even if not always or in the way that I initially intended.
Of course I keep forgetting about the damned Assessment chore, but enh. I'll get to it. And if I don't turn it in until after the break, what are they going to do, put me in the town stocks? I don't always have to be the good girl.
On another note of good news: as it turns out, I don't have to observe the potentially problematic adjunct. He tendered his resignation. I was surprised: it's a hell of a huge response to a simple potential observation, but his doing so has rendered the rest moot. One thing I can cross off my "to do" list.
At any rate, I have enough time to eat a little something before I hop in the car and go swing and hustle. Which sounds a lot like what I do during the work day, but somehow the dance versions are much more fun.
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