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Welp, in the spirit of Sherlock and Henry V, once more unto the breach dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead, &c. &c. The semester starts tomorrow, probably my last semester in academia, and I'm not ready, either in existential or practical terms. I've put together my canvas site and syllabus, and I have a plan and powerpoint put together (a tour of the course in three objects), but in the purest tradition of my entire academic career, I'm going to be putting things together for class in the morning. Good thing I don't feel like I have to fill the entire 75 minutes the first day...
On that note, it's time for bed. Six o'clock is going to come early tomorrow morning... upon this charge cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
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On that note, it's time for bed. Six o'clock is going to come early tomorrow morning... upon this charge cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
This entry was originally posted at http://monksandbones.dreamwidth.org/878363.html. Talk to me here or there, whichever you prefer.