The transition to liberty is not swift


Classes are over! Now I get to luxuriate in luxurious laziness for a whole year.

Wait, no. I’m not quite done. There are plans.

  1. I have to get back on track with the exercise program — I was derailed by the last week. So it’s off to the gym this morning.

  2. I have to finalize all the grades for my evolution course, less the final exam (due Thursday), because students want to know exactly where they stand right now, even though the final could easily raise or lower it by a whole letter grade.

  3. Lab audits today. As the biology safety officer, I’m supposed to wander around checking on fire extinguishers and eye washes.

  4. Our chancellor has summoned members of my division to an informal meeting this evening. I guess she doesn’t want to forget the faculty exist, so I’ll stop by and oblige.

  5. Hey, the job searches aren’t over — one more interview on Wednesday, and we’re waiting on administration approval for various things.

  6. Oh, yeah, I’ve got to write one more final exam. Maybe I’ll put that off to tomorrow.

The grand plan is to clear all this clutter out of my life in the next week, so I can buckle down to a strict writing schedule. But I want to get on it noooooooooowwwww.

Comments

  1. birgerjohansson says

    Re. 2.
    SMBC had something to say about the usefulness of grades and honesty, but I will not link to it since it might make you depressed.

  2. blf says

    Our chancellor has summoned members of my division to an informal meeting this evening. I guess she doesn’t want to forget the faculty exist, so I’ll stop by and oblige.

    The mildly deranged penguin points out you can all-but-ensure she(the chancellor) doesn’t forget the faculty exist — send one of the creatures form the vats. A non-carnivorous one, unless you also want to search for a new chancellor and/or faculty.

  3. says

    You can put off writing the final exam till the morning of exam day, right? I mean, just get up extra early that morning and dash it off before class. My students swear this sort of thing works. (Although my students are admittedly sometimes wrong.)