Is it a bad omen for the impending semester when as you attempt to enter the parking garage (at 7.25 AM), the gate will not respond to your swiping of your ID? And then it suddenly springs to attention, but as your car attempts to pull through its big wooden bar crashes back down? I lost an hour of my life filing the damage report, a process overseen by both the garage supervisor and a policeman. I should have taken the subway, I know, but I was lugging so many books, and I am sooo weak. The Eco-Gods have spoken and they are not pleased. I hear them. I repent.
Then again, it did beat writing syllabi.
|portrait with offending garage
- finished my spring syllabi (I'm teaching a graduate seminar and a Chaucer course)
- got my hair cut, so I can look all spiffy come Monday
- printed my syllabi and made copies, because I know from experience that if I wait until Monday, that will be the very day that the departmental copier dies and/or the supply of paper runs completely out and I'll have to make my own from scratch.
- sent what seemed like 10000000 emails, mostly having to do with this conference.
- chatted with the few faculty who were around
- ate a meager lunch while finishing a tenure review letter, which I then mailed
- sent an email to my neighborhood listserv seeking to buy or borrow a guitar, because the comments here inspired me. As a bonus, I received two tips on good teachers.
- set up the Blackboard sites for my classes
- submitted a revised abstract for an essay I'm working on
- submitted a review to AHR
- worked for several hours on the application that, I hope, will extend the university's funding of GW MEMSI for another two years.
- composed the very blog post that you are reading at this moment. How meta is that?