Nothing sucks the brain matter right out your ear faster than grading homework. It’s like trying to imagine what 75 different people all who only sort of understand what they’re talking about try and convince you that both their theoretical underpinnings (under + pin + ing + s) and execution are correct. And when I say, “it’s like”, what I mean is “it is.”
I realized halfway through my day today that I feel like I’ve been sick all weekend without being sick. I’m going to call that psychologically exhausted. Intellectually exhausted. Something involving exhaust. ex + haust. psych + o + log + ic + al + ly. Look at all those morphemes! Anyway. I think I’m running on empty, effortally speaking. I took two naps this weekend! Both rather necessary. Today’s was outside, in the fresh air and sunshine. I woke up and my hand was asleep. For all that I’ve been freezing all weekend (scary Davis is down in the 60s and 70s these days!) it was so warm and sunny outside, I had to ditch my scarf and slippers and everything. Yummy sunshine. (yum+my sun+shine). I also made our acorn squash.. stuff it with quinoa and raisins and walnuts and stuff. It was so delicious. I should have taken a picture! My blog is so sad and texty lately. (late + ly).
I failed to plant any bulbs this weekend though it was my secret project I’d been waiting to do all week. I hate it when the weekend rolls around and all I’ve got time for is work, which is all I have time for any other day. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’m ready for a weekend. A real, honest-to-goodness do-whatever-I-want-all-day day, if not a whole two days. The deeper we get into this quarter, the less likely that seems to be. I’ve got sociolinguistic interviews to conduct. Papers to grade, homeworks to grade (sorry spell checker, homeworks is a count noun for me now), midterm to write… Sigh. And at some crazy distant future… my own papers to write. A literature review to lead. And two presentations. Before December 10th. It’s both far away, and quickly approaching. They don’t kid around with this quarters stuff in the ol’ graduate school. (grad + u + ate school (monomorphemic)).
Serendipitously, my Monday meetings have been moved to Wednesdays, so I only my TA class to attend. That’s 50-minutes of required work total on the Mondays. That pretty much makes Monday part of the weekend, with the added bonus of also forcing me to go to campus and maybe get more work done. Yep. If I’m smart, I’ll go to campus early (as in, before class) and get the papers I need copied so that I can come home right after my class. A whole afternoon off would be so nice. And I don’t really have all that much to do tomorrow, anyway. Work-wise. By “not that much” what I’m trying to say is “the usual amount that will take me all day but at least nothing is late yet”.
On the double-plus side… it’s bed time. Bed time is my favorite time of day. If I’ve been good, and I almost always have, it means I can look at my clock, say, “no more work today! it’s bed time!” and go to bed with a fairly clear conscious. Or at least one that knows that sleep is more important than staying up late and getting ahead of schedule. Yessiree. Lets try and keep it that way. Though the pull to be ahead of schedule is pretty strong.
Okay, I’ve only got two things left to say: honk. shoe.