"Cathy: **Delegate!**"

Once again, Cathy thought she'd just do something on her own, instead of waiting until I (or someone else) could at least help her, and once again, she made a hash of things that I now get to un-do and re-do correctly. I was grateful that she called this morning to tell me not to hurry in (so I didn't--and was much later than I intended to be; I may have to rethink that morning alarm, or the morning routine), and we didn't work very long. Of course, there were interruptions and a bunch of little things we had to take care of right then (switching sections for FT faculty, that sort of thing), so we didn't get very far--just far enough to find sections to cover for classes that may not run, affecting FT schedules. Tomorrow, we start fresh--and among other things, I make sure the paperwork is all tracked as it needs to be, in addition to making sure we don't give high-seniority adjuncts classes that have low enrollment, or sections that belong to the Accelerated Learning Program (which combined 001 and 101 students), or various bits like that. We may, however, be frantically interviewing adjuncts specifically to teach 100. (Don't ask: we have so many levels of things trying to get students from the desperately inadequately prepared to marginally ready, it's ridiculous.) We have about a zillion sections of 100, all full to the brim--in fact, we're being hounded to offer more, but if we can't find instructors, giving students seats won't do much good.

For my own part, I'm disappointed that my classes didn't see an uptick in enrollment today--but not really surprised. We made sure a section of 101 is set aside for me just in case, but man, I really hope at least one of the electives runs. If both run, I'll need to do something extravagant to show my gratitude to the gods of registration.

In terms of my own stuff, I'm not going to do anything else until I know what I'm teaching: no making of photocopies, no creating of handouts and assignments, nothing. But I did clear off the piles of paper on the radiator. That task was made infinitely easier by the fact that I was throwing away huge wodges of stuff that I'd have wanted if I were going to be teaching any of the classes again, but since I'm not? Out it goes. I actually was thinking about that last night: I probably won't do it between now and December, but between January and whenever I relocate, I will need to clear out all my stuff from this office--and there's a lot to be cleared out. Much of it can be tossed (much of it could have been tossed years ago; I'm not sure why I was hanging on to a lot of it), but I do have a lot of books to pack up and various little knickknacks and doo-dads, as well as a little bit of art on the walls. Strange to contemplate. Strange to imagine what the office will feel and look like when I and all my possessions have been removed.

It's pretty early, but I have various life-maintenance things to take care of, so I'm going to go do them now, while the evening is young. I'll be back in tomorrow for more fun and frolic with scheduling. Meanwhile, I am sending my wishes to the universe: please let my last semester be a good one, whatever that may mean in terms of which courses run.