You got it in one.
Since I STILL didn't have all the grades entered at that point, I simply sighed and moved on with classes. At the end of the day I righteously packed up the remainder of the papers that needed to be checked and took them with me in their cute little pink and green accordion folder. Where they stayed while I got my oil changed...
(I know I'm way overdue--please don't yell at me! I begged the nice people at the oil changing station I frequent. I am the Queen of Procrastination and have to pay for it--sometimes literally.
You're five thousand miles overdue, you know, he said gently. You see this gunk? This is your oil. We recommended a system flush last time, and I really think you need to get it this time.
Along with the overdue coolant flush I had already requested. I'm surprised my poor overworked vehicle still chugs along. Not to mention my overworked wallet.)
...and while I searched fruitlessly at JoAnn Fabrics for the precise shade of blue cross stitch fabric to replace the piece that I mutilated in my attempt to rip out the hundreds of stitches I had done in the wrong color, and while I did my five miles of aerobic walking, and while I watched NCIS (my latest TV addiction--did you know that the USA channel plays three episodes in a row every week day? My DVR is getting filled), and while I played World of Warcraft until it was time to crawl into bed.
It's not that I'm doing nothing with my time, or even that I'm always doing useless things, it's that I just don't always seem to remember that those papers are sitting there, mournful and lonely, until it's too late to actually do anything about them anymore.
But VICTORY IS MINE, for I have labored mightily today and conquered my foe!
Even though it meant I completely forgot to do my lesson planning for my last hour of the day and had to come up with a totally off-the-cuff Scavenger Hunt.
(Go get your lit books from your lockers, I told them, eliciting groans as they faced lugging the massive tomes through the hallways, and search for all the texts you can find that deal with discrimination, racism, and/or hatred. You can't use texts we've already used.
Thereby having THEM do MY work for me, since we're doing a quick overview of such texts before diving into A Raisin in the Sun and Night. We're a wily lot, we
So maybe, now that I've gotten all that pesky work stuff out of the way for the time being, I can get back to the far more important task of blogging.
Never let it be said that I don't have priorities.