Today: two papers finished, turned in. 20 phonology finals graded.
Tomorrow: neuro quiz, grading. celebration?
Tonight: hopefully sleeping well, not having any kind of panic in the night. i’m really tired of feeling like an ape is sitting on my sternum.
Tuckered out, that’s what I am.
Went home tonight after dinner with Lewis and his madre, though we were supposed to go to the high school jazz band concert. I just came home and vegged out, and watched some TV, and generally chilled out. I’ll profess to doing some linguistics reading in the middle of watching a documentary on Prince Charles, but that’s life!
Spent the afternoon TAing and talking about dirty words in my sections (our reading this week includes euphemism and taboo) and it sort of creeped me out. I think maybe I shouldn’t have gone into that topic with them, but in all three of my sections the kids were very engaged and hopefully we had a fruitful discussion about hurtful words and turns of phrase. I think it’s just scary to swear in class, especially when we’re talking racial epithets. I guess we’ll see about that one.
Anyway… I think it’s an early-to-bed sort of night. I’ve got a date with an awful lot of essays to grade tomorrow. Woot.
Can’t manage any more than a good bad list tonight. I’m tired, frustrated, nervous, resigned, excited, aprehensive, defeated, and at the moment a bit taciturn. Anyway:
The Good
The Bad
Tomorrow = first day of classes. Happily, I’m not nearly as nervous as I could be about this. I know most of the 1st years now, and I already know and like the professor. We’ve been doing orientations all week, so I already know where the building is and all that, and I feel a bit like an “old hand” around the department. I even have my “own” (read: shared with 6 other TAs) office. Also, I only have one class tomorrow, and one class Friday, which seems like a nice small load. Now to go to bed so I can get up at an appropriately early hour.
