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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Very likely another huge mistake in the making

Well, I decided to be a good girl and to go to Advisement today, which likely was a mistake, as I'm now significantly further behind on the paper grading than I intended to be at this point: I'd hoped to have maybe 7-8 papers left to grade: I have 11.

And yet I'm going home.

I don't know when I'll get the papers graded for SF.

I don't know when I'll get the homework marked for either of the lit electives.

I have to get the papers graded for the 101 between Monday and Wednesday.

I have to look at promotion folders between now and Monday.

I'm sure I'm forgetting something crucially important.

And yet I'm going home. I'm going to read the chapters that were assigned in An Unsuitable Job for a Woman, even though maybe 3 of the students will have read them; then I'm gong to bed.

I'll be up at 6. I hope to hell I'm in here by 9. I'm counting on the fact that I deliberately put the three papers that I hope will be the best at the bottom of the stack--and that not only will they actually be as good as I anticipate, but that because they will be good, they will be quick and easy to grade. I think I have three or maybe four more that may be really hard to grade yet to do. I briefly considered taking some home with me tonight, but I realized I'm simply slammed up against the wall--my nose is completely mashed out of shape, I've whacked into that wall so firmly--and I truly must stop.

Because, well, you know what Scarlett says tomorrow is. And I'm trusting that she's right.

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