This is the part of the semester when even basic bodily maintenance - noshing, napping, on-the-fly-poohing - seems like supreme self-indulgence. And don’t even ask about hygiene. Night begins blurring into day: I sleep in my clothes, with the light on, for two to three hour stretches
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you'll survive it cookie...
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And intoxicated.
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The world will have to accept my mediocrity this semester's-end. Maybe next time they won't stick any suckers with 50-student sections on top of three grad courses.
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Dan gave us a reassuring speech on the last day of class (the wine-party day) about how professors realize when they're grading our papers that we have a lot on us. I really hope that's true, but sometimes I wonder.
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I haven't been graded by Oliver before. I think he is inclined to be kind but his endearing disconnect from reality could possibly interfere with the Finals Curve.
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I'm adding you on The Myspace btw so look for my request.:)
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Hope all is well with you. Aside from the car - cars always demand fixing at the worst possible times...sucky.
Added you back!
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I just finished my 25 pages on the structure of human-animal composite monsters in ancient Greece and my 20 pages on the eternal and "touchstones" in Poetics. I also completed my arse poeticae and did my "mock PhD" exam--fun fun. Now, all I have is my students' portfolios--let's see A, A-, A-, B+, B, C+, B, etc.
I like holistic grading.
I am drunk, because I turned it all in.
Now, on to the PhD applications, grant proposals, publication submissions, and various academic asshatiry!
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It's like a footnote. For my lingiustic crazitude.
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Going back for Christmas this year should be interesting.
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I tried to call the number I was given but it gave me some odd message about not being able to receive calls...
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