A Week in Three Days

It's been crunch time around here lately. Between picking up the first formal essays in my Comp. class, writing my first essay for my Scottish Lit. class, and having more candidate visits on campus, I've been swamped. From 9:00 a.m. Monday until 5:00 p.m. Wednesday, I literally had something I had to do every moment I wasn't sleeping. Whew. By Tuesday night, as I left Scottish Lit. at 8:30 p.m., I kept thinking that surely the next day was Thursday and that the week was almost over.

If only.

Yesterday was largely taken up by going to the airport to pick up the most recent candidate (morning was shot because her flight kept getting delayed and I had no idea, until about the time her flight was originally scheduled to land, when this plane was actually going to get in - thus, I had to keep checking on it; thus, distraction and time eater). So, it wasn't until about 4:00 in the afternoon that my time was actually my own. While I have no problem with the airport trip, nor with the candidate - whom I quite like - the fact remains that the airport run ate up much of my day and limited what I could do.

Anyway, enough detailed cry-babying, the jist is that I've hit the worn-out point and I'm just about to start my SCWP hours, followed by attending the candidate's presentation at 3:00. I am extravagantly glad that I have the night (and even the week) off from the bar. I'm in rougher shape today than I even was two weeks ago when I was part-way through with that insanely long day.

By four o'clock today, my time is my own until Monday morning.

Well, except for that pile of papers I still need to grade for Comp. because they've piled up while I was working through the formal essays.

Still, I'm doing the optimistic thing here. Very soon, I will have a whole weekend laid out in front of me with hardly anything in it other than what I choose to put there. It's a beautiful thing.