Yet another quickie

I'm setting them up and knocking them down today, boy.

Well, not the homework for the SF class, though I did get at least a little whack at that. But I did the review of the article submitted to a journal (which took a bit longer than anticipated but is now done); I wrote up the observation; I wrote a letter of recommendation; I made a bunch of photocopies; I got at least a teensy bit organized....

Of course, I still feel run ragged--and afraid to find out what pearls have dropped through the floorboards or have scampered under the furniture--but ... I have made progress. I'll take it.

The 101 was particularly disappointing today. Six students showed up (out of eleven still registered; one withdrew earlier today); two of the six didn't have their essays done. Three of the best students weren't there at all. God dammit. But it did make today relatively easy. And I remembered to review what "revision" entails--and what it doesn't. The two pairs who actually did some work did help each other--especially one pretty good student paired with one of the ones who is out of her depth; he gave her a lot of good, solid, constructive feedback--and, even more gratifying, he told me he learned a lot about what he needed to say in his own essay through that process. Yes, I said; that's why we do it.

Tomorrow I have to be in at 10 for a Seminar Hours committee meeting--not that that's an unduly early hour, just not typical for a Thursday. I have to double check my calendar, but apart from one seminar hours appointment (and the possibility of seeing a student or two during my office hour), I think I'll have a good chunk of time between the end of the meeting and class to get more stuff knocked off the "to do before it bursts into flames" list. I then have another observation after the SF class, so it will be a slightly later night than usual for a Thursday. But then it's another week down; six to go. Counting tomorrow, I meet with the SF students eleven more times; I meet with the 101 students ten more times--well, actually nine, as the tenth will be the "conferences in my office" day (make up for the snow day).

And at that, I think I'm out of here. I feel like I'm forgetting something I needed to take care of before leaving tonight, but whatever it is, if I don't remember it in the next one and a half minutes, will just have to be forgotten.