A loooooong day

One of the best and worst days of the semester is when I meet one-on-one with my students. I love having the chance to talk to them one-on-one, call them out on where they may be lacking and getting to know them and their personality and quirks a little better. It's also considered the worst day because first of all, it's so long. Today I met with students from 8:30-3:30 with half an hour out for a quick coffee break. Tomorrow I meet with students from 12:00-4:00 nonstop with no break. It's exhausting. It also becomes incredibly repetitive. Most of the students have very similar goals and so I find myself saying the same sorts of things over and over again, just to different students. I feel like a broken record. Maybe next time I need to just meet with them in big groups- it'll cut down on the amount of time that I talk about the same things over and over again.

Now, after my long day, I have loads of grading to look forward to. I'm nearly done with their short assignment and then get to read a bunch of long essays. It's possible that you will be able to find me tonight, around 8:00 pm, curled up in the fetal position, sobbing. This may also be the results of finishing my grading and moving on to the loads of reading I need to sort through in order to be prepared for a meeting with my professor about my historiography paper on Thursday. Honestly, I think I'm dreading the six-page paper a LOT more than the twenty-five page paper. I don't do well with keeping things short. I like to expand on my thoughts and make things detailed. And the worst part is I can't even have anything to drink since I'm on anti-biotics... yes, my cough STILL hasn't gone away. Oy. Here's to hoping it happens SOON.

Sigh... I know this is a lot of complaining but really, I do have a good life. And lots of people supporting me. And yummy food in my house. And three more groupons left for frozen yogurt.

OH, and by the way, NEIGHBORS, when it's 6:37 am, it's not necessary to shriek at your housemate/son/booty call/whatever to get his a$$ moving to leave the house and then belch loudly. Some of us still have 45 mins til our alarms go off. Yeah, you know I'm talking to you, white trash neighbor in the house behind me who has an unhealthy relationship with her cat. I know where you live.