So, I didn't get everything done today that I'd hoped. I could stay longer, but I'm too tired and hungry to push it any further. I did a decent whack at the scheduling, though the first hour or so that I was there, Bruce was going over all kinds of things for Cathy. And on his advice, I stopped before I'd distributed all the classes, as we may need options for FT faculty whose class sections don't fill.
I may be among those faculty, in terms of my 102s, but the Nature in Lit has 9 students, which is pretty good for this time of year. I'm still not entirely sanguine about its chances of running, but I'm not feeling morose either.
Of the things I'd hoped to do after I finished scheduling--marking homework (and for the SF class, revisions of their second essay), writing the observation--I managed to mark home work for one section of 102. There is very little for the other section, and I believe I can do the work for the SF class before I meet them again; I'm not holding class on Tuesday but am having conferences instead--for those who want them--so I won't see them until Thursday, at which point I may see them in small bunches, as they race in to hand in their final essays.
I cannot believe how little of the semester is left. It's both wonderful and terrifying. The hardest thing to accept at the moment is how early the spring semester starts--and what that means for my return to campus over the winter break. Usually I have the first week of January and at least half the second week in which to hang out at home, but I'll have to be back working with Cathy January 5. Ye gods and little fishes.
But ah well.
I'll save any further reporting until Monday, I think--because anything else I'd report would be a projection into the future, and those can simply be anxiety producing, rather than productive. I will treat myself to a nice late lunch at a restaurant, then go home and collapse for the rest of the day. Bliss.