Gack

Assessment meeting was fine. I don't remember what else I'm supposed to do in terms of Shitstorm (er, Taskstream), but at least we got the main stuff covered. I think.

Class was fine. Students did a decent job with the last reading, and did a decent job working on their papers in pairs.

Advisement was fine. A steady stream of students, only one of whom was annoying as hell. (First case of that this semester that I can think of). I even got to mark one assignment while I was there.

Got through the huge, steaming pile for the first of tomorrow's 102 classes. The pile for the second class is slightly less huge, and perhaps not quite as steaming (a bit less shit, I'm hoping). I may regret not working on it more tonight, but not only am I hitting the wall, I have to get out of here so I can get to the vet's office before they close and run a few other cat-related errands.

I'm tired. But I realize, since I'm not actually holding class the final days, I will only see the students from the Short Story class three more times, and the students from the 102s four more. (and I feel a surge of anxiety: the "Oh shit!" feeling about how much work remains to be done if I'm going to get out of here with my feet clear.)

As I said, gack. But for now, I'm out of here.