Four of my library requests *would* all decide to come in (after weeks and weeks of nothing) at the same time, when I have all this finals grading to do. Thanks a lot, library request elves.

- I always feel dispirited when my students refer to the "universal themes" of Shakespeare in their papers. As though I have had no effect on them at all ( Read more... )

All I want today is to curl up in bed with a mug of tea at my bedside, and something strange and lovely to read. Instead I have to finish grading papers. My sigh is infinite. (Though if anyone has any suggestions for something strange and lovely to read, for the future, please do share. I'm in a book lull at the moment; I finished reading a novel ( Read more... )

In two hours today, I graded three papers.

OH MY GOD I AM NEVER GOING TO FINISH. Why can't I grade as quickly as normal people?

Grading. Ugh. Experiencing extreme inability to self-motivate. Have decided that I cannot be a teacher for the same reason I could never work in publishing: too much bad and boring reading to get through. Please send tea and chocolate ( Read more... )

Things I discovered (or re-discovered) yesterday:

1. Grilled Nutella sandwiches on sourdough are AWESOME. (I knew this, but this is the first time in a while that I've actually had both of these things on hand at the same time.)
2. Apparently I still know the theme song to Doogie Howser, M.D. (And this is the second time I've mentioned Doogie ( Read more... )

One of the MSN entertainment headlines is "'Tudors' turns bloodier in second season."

Snort.

In completely unrelated news, yesterday I cleaned out my shower drain with tweezers in order to avoid grading. That's desperation right there.

It has been my experience so far that teaching stands in the same relation to one's own work as drinking does to lechery according to the porter in Macbeth: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance ( Read more... )

--If I ever become a professor (and I hear the snickering from here), remind me not to make all the papers on one poem. Because trying to read them will drive me slowly insane. (It's not even a poem I *like*, which is particularly annoying. Hey, I didn't choose it ( Read more... )

Grading time again--papers this time. It's not helping that I'm really tired, and that I just want to curl up in bed with a mug of tea on my nightstand and maybe that biography of Bess Throckmorton I started earlier in the week ( Read more... )