Crunch time.
Every year, every semester, when I'm staring down the many barrels of papers due and projects in the works and presentations to give, I swear that when the next set comes around, I'll behave, that I'll take care of things early so that later on I can rest and cruise easy when everything else is hitting the fan.
Every semester, I give the lie to that promise.
I hate being such a liar.
I hate more being in the position that the lie inflicts on me.
I'd much rather be settling in for a day of looking at pictures of naked women than grading papers and reading 19th Century biographies. The latter, though, is what I've got.
Have fun, you who can have it.
Every year, every semester, when I'm staring down the many barrels of papers due and projects in the works and presentations to give, I swear that when the next set comes around, I'll behave, that I'll take care of things early so that later on I can rest and cruise easy when everything else is hitting the fan.
Every semester, I give the lie to that promise.
I hate being such a liar.
I hate more being in the position that the lie inflicts on me.
I'd much rather be settling in for a day of looking at pictures of naked women than grading papers and reading 19th Century biographies. The latter, though, is what I've got.
Have fun, you who can have it.