My friend, best man at my wedding, died night before last. I have a eulogy to do Saturday. Didn't feel like blogging yesterday.
In my job the workload doubles in the last two weeks of a term. Because I allow people to re-write and re-submit and turn in everything at the end, my office becomes a swamp of papers. Unlike the swamp described in M*A*S*H, I have no still putting out restoratives. Coffee becomes my survival substitute.
Papers to read; grades to do.
In my job the workload doubles in the last two weeks of a term. Because I allow people to re-write and re-submit and turn in everything at the end, my office becomes a swamp of papers. Unlike the swamp described in M*A*S*H, I have no still putting out restoratives. Coffee becomes my survival substitute.
Papers to read; grades to do.
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