*falls over*

Could I just say for a moment how much I freaking HATE making up a syllabus for each class? Please?

Four classes.

Two Comp 1 classes. One held twice a week, one held once a week.

One Comp 2 class. Twice a week.

One Brit Lit class (*still crossing fingers -- haven't heard from Phil yet*), twice a week.

First run through: I forgot to include a school inservice for the once-a-week class.

Second run through: I forgot to include MLK Day for the other three classes.

Third run through: I realized somewhere along the line the dates got FUBARed. Had to re-date all FOUR syllabi.

And... for some reason I've yet to figure out, the twice a week Comp 1 class has exactly the same amount of work as the once a week class... and yet the way the work is distributed, it looks like they've got less. This probably wouldn't be so confusing to me if it weren't midnight.

I think I've got them all squared away now. I'm just waiting for everything to print out and then I'm going to go fall over. Something about dealing with dates makes my brain feel like it's liquifying in my skull. Numbers. Bleurgh.

Ooh! Syllabi, all printed out and pretty! And I didn't run out of ink OR paper!!

*thud*

Awkward much?

I've only been teaching for... hmm.. this is my 4th semester teaching, but today was the weirdest, strangest day BY FAR.

Today, in my Comp I class was a girl I'd gone to high school with. Not only that, but she was someone I hung out with in high school. Ten years ago. I'm still shaking my head over it. I mean... I know people go back to school -- I have students all the time who are going back to school after being out for ten, even twenty years. We call them "non-traditional students."

But to KNOW one of them? Personally? Weird. Very. We hung out for a bit after class and caught up a little while, and I just found myself praying to whatever deity might have been paying attention that this girl will just write well. I do not want to have to fail this girl.

Today actually was a pretty good day. Had to run errands after work, but it worked out since I got George to take me to our favorite Greek restaurant for dinner. Grape leaves!! And then we came home and watched Princess Mononoke. Really -- perfect end to the day. And it kept me away from the computer, which was a good thing, because I've been fretting too much about OGAM lately. Chapter 38, in my humble opinion, sucks (the first half more so than the second half). I've got all the beta comments back -- I just haven't made any changes yet. I just don't feel like working on it. I was determined to write like a fiend over the break, but the holidays (and Mom's holiday-related-anal-retentiveness) kept that from happening.

Wow, complain much? Yeesh.

I'll work on the chapter -- I can't NOT work on it. It's a disease. But I think having to revamp my syllabi, plus make up a whole new one for the Brit lit class (never mind wondering whether that class is going to stay or go)... I think the work-related stuff might be distracting me from the creative stuff.

I'd like to write this weekend, but I've already promised Mom I'd help her take down the Christmas decorations (she dislocated her shoulder, and refused to wear her sling over the holidays, so it's even worse than it should be -- so, I help). Annnnd, since there are no words to describe exactly how vast my mother's collection of Christmas decoration-type-stuff is, I think it's fair to estimate I'm doing to be packing up little sentimental knick-knacks until the cows come home.

And since we don't HAVE cows, I think tomorrow's going to be a very long day. ;)

But, hey -- another day has passed and I still have the Brit Lit class! W00t!

Whee!

You are smart and sexy!


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