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Monday, June 5, 2017

Without interruptions--but with little enthusiasm

I got the second of the two essays graded--and as I thought might be the case, it took less time. I will say that the student didn't quite have a coherent thesis (good ideas, but they didn't lock together into a cohesive whole), but she's certainly on the right track--and no signs of plagiarism, so, whew.

I will be meeting with the other student tomorrow evening. That gives me an excuse to go to the office and do some cleaning out of files and general semester prep, It's early enough today that I could easily do some work before I head out for the first of four dance workshops, but ... nah. I'm not even sure I'll make a quick run to the store for some supplies; I may put it off until tomorrow. The sofa calls to me, softly speaking my name, telling me of how soothing it is to just lie upon it and read...

And the heat is down on the family crisis, at least for now. So I think it is a good time to do a little of the sea-cucumber impersonation thing I like to do in summer: wash with the tides and do little else.

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