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So, I cannot believe that:
a) It's Thursday again already
b) It's October already
c) It's twenty to five already and I still have twenty eighteen (and two halves) papers to mark for tomorrow.
Feh.
At any rate, the reason that I'm updating right now and not attacking the remaining marking with vigor and gusto is that I just finished an hour and a half of nonstop office hours that turned into more like two, during which I looked at drafts and coached about eight (although it felt like about eight million) of my students through how to go about improving their weekly papers. Now I am le tired. Or maybe more like le dead. I'm having a three-teaspoon pot cup of Queen Mary tea and attempting to revive myself and, as Susan says, take a brace.
Anyway, have a picture of my desk in action:
There! You can see, clockwise from my "get a load of milk" ad with the viking on it (ever entertaining), my British Columbia flag bag tag, some of my notes to self, my History Core notebook with this week's reading (Ibn Battuta in Black Africa) on top, my Bayeux Tapestry mug, my yellow teapot of GLEE in action, my planner on top of my pile of papers to grade, my tea stash, my pencil case, some of the stacks of books that are taking over my cubicle, my postcard from obopolsk of Caerphilly Castle, and my brochure from the Romanesque art exhibit I went to at the Louvre while I was in France. So there you have it. Home of my cluttered mind.
Still to go tonight in addition to all the grading: rereading Ibn Battuta, planning for class and making any necessary handouts, and probably the Vice Presidential debates. Kimberley Fraser (a Cape Breton fiddler) is also playing on campus tonight at Connolly House at 6:30, and I was planning to go, but I think I don't have time. Alas.
a) It's Thursday again already
b) It's October already
c) It's twenty to five already and I still have twenty eighteen (and two halves) papers to mark for tomorrow.
Feh.
At any rate, the reason that I'm updating right now and not attacking the remaining marking with vigor and gusto is that I just finished an hour and a half of nonstop office hours that turned into more like two, during which I looked at drafts and coached about eight (although it felt like about eight million) of my students through how to go about improving their weekly papers. Now I am le tired. Or maybe more like le dead. I'm having a three-teaspoon pot cup of Queen Mary tea and attempting to revive myself and, as Susan says, take a brace.
Anyway, have a picture of my desk in action:
There! You can see, clockwise from my "get a load of milk" ad with the viking on it (ever entertaining), my British Columbia flag bag tag, some of my notes to self, my History Core notebook with this week's reading (Ibn Battuta in Black Africa) on top, my Bayeux Tapestry mug, my yellow teapot of GLEE in action, my planner on top of my pile of papers to grade, my tea stash, my pencil case, some of the stacks of books that are taking over my cubicle, my postcard from obopolsk of Caerphilly Castle, and my brochure from the Romanesque art exhibit I went to at the Louvre while I was in France. So there you have it. Home of my cluttered mind.
Still to go tonight in addition to all the grading: rereading Ibn Battuta, planning for class and making any necessary handouts, and probably the Vice Presidential debates. Kimberley Fraser (a Cape Breton fiddler) is also playing on campus tonight at Connolly House at 6:30, and I was planning to go, but I think I don't have time. Alas.