I’ll be OK! I’ve managed to plow through that massive pile of student essays by the simple expedient of getting up at 3:30am on Sunday and working through midnight, and I got them all read and sprinkled them with comments. I’m not quite done: now that I’ve got a good idea of their relative merit, I’m grinding through them all again and assigning grades, and uploading electronic copies that I can send to the remote black rectangles I affectionately regard as my students. I should be able to complete this final stage by mid-afternoon and put this one behind me.
Good thing, too, because I’m handing out another take-home exam on Wednesday, which they’ll return to me on Saturday. The hamster wheel is spinning fast, folks! I think the axle is glowing cherry red, but I’m hoping it’ll last a little longer. The next exam, I have decided, will be a series of genetics problems where the answers are just pure, simple, clean numbers — they’ll turn in a page with 10 numbers on it, and they’re either right or wrong, and I just go down the list and check them off. I should be able to survive next weekend, right? And have time to compose the comprehensive final exam they’ll get the week after?
Then tonight I burn the midnight oil again to finish up this stack of lab reports.
Oh yeah, I also have a second class I have to finish up by tomorrow, and they get another exam on Thursday.
I have a long to-do list in front of me, but don’t worry, I’ve penciled “sleep” in for a few hours on Friday, right after “spiders”.
Imagine, this whole university is full of highly-trained Ph.D.s who are going to be bleeding from the eyeballs for the next couple of weeks, and we’re all going to crash spectacularly on approximately the 16th of May, when we can finally close the books on this semester.