Thursday, May 17, 2007


Having concluded the semester, I am worn to the bone. Grades are in. Students are done. (Well, I am done with them. Many of them are still sending me plaintive emails, wondering just why they got that D or that F, or why I failed them for plagiarism, when, after all, all they did was plagiarize half their final paper.) I am still waking at seven b/c the kid's school year is not yet done; then I spend the rest of the day messing around with my novels and the novella I am working on, and, once I can write no more, bouncing about the net reading blogs and news sites, being boggled and bemused in equal measures. Sometimes, in the afternoons, I do some of the work I didn't do any of this winter -- like, this afternoon, I finally raked last fall's leaves out of the front yard. And two days ago I mowed the back yard for the first time this summer. That was a treat, may I say. Who knew grass could get that high?

Soon Summer Session One will start, and I will be at leisure no longer.

The life of a university professor in 2007.


Anonymous said...

You know what? I'm not teaching a fucking thing this summer. Woo hoo. Weird as hell.

I told the dept. chair that since the enrollment in my web class was still low, she might as well close it, and let those kids sign up for other classes that will make as a result.

It feels weird. I think I'm glad. I'm a little worried about coming back in the fall. :)

Anonymous said...

By "I'm a little worried about coming back in the fall," obviously I just mean that it is going to be weird as hell to have that much time actually completely off from school. I've never done it before. But I deserve it like nobody's business right now, I'll tell you.

delagar said...

You so do. And this is your first summer off in, what? Forever? Screw it. Enjoy it. Have fun with your kids and that astounding mr. tolp.

CB said...

YAY for TOLP and well, a temporary YAY for delagar. :-)