Another Damned Writing Group has made it through another week, here.
I am in a cafe working. There is a guitarist playing Bach. Rather than listening, people are talking about how wonderful it is to have music.
What I have to do this weekend:
Go over 12 paper drafts. There should be 16, but some of my students are not bothering to turn in work.
Go over 26 short pre-writing assignments – easy grading, in a way, because it’s minus/check/plus and I have a rubric loaded into Blackboard.
Finish the report from hell
Write a letter to new admits, because if I don’t, Superdean has threatened to make me sit in his office till it’s done.
Finish assessment reports, because (see above)
Work on Special Project, because I have to present something on it this week
Rake all the leaves to the front of the property (this will take about 2 1/2 hours), because the city trucks are coming to hoover them all up this week
Mark several discussion boards
Read at least part of a book I’m meant to review. This is the thing I’m doing for myself. w00t.