Ladies and Gentlemen of the Blogosphere, it’s been a busy week here in the Boro and especially here at Belle Reve. Midterm has passed and so, it seems, have the last of my kidney stones. Now that I’m feeling better, I’m also feeling as if I’m standing at the edge of the site of some disaster, surveying the damage.
Here’s the thing about feeling bad: when you’re feeling bad, you feel bad. And when you feel bad, it’s hard to do things. It’s even harder to do things quickly. I’ve somehow managed to keep my head above water for the past few months, but that meant having to let a few things slide. Times have been desperate, which means that measures must follow suit — and there are few measures more appropriate to such desperate desperation than the making of a color-coded chart.
That, my friends, is a schedule. My schedule. And it’s the schedule I intend to stick to for the rest of the semester.
I admit that I’m pretty terrible at this sort of thing. In grammar school, I almost failed two classes. One, predictably, was hand-writing. The other was some sort of organizational-skills-teaching-class (though perhaps they should’ve instead taught sentence organization) in which we were tasked with keeping a planner. I spent most of my time forgetting that said planner existed and then filling it in at the last minute. I think that was when I learned a very important lesson, which was that when you’re filling in a long-term assignment at the last minute, you should probably change pens and vary your handwriting a little (as I type this, I’m realizing that some of my students read my blog — so guys, ignore that last bit, okay? You never heard that, and if you insist on saying you heard it, you didn’t hear it from me). This time, though, I’m going to go for the gold — or, at least, the green, blue, pink, magenta, and sparkly lavender.
Speaking of schedules, it’s time for me to post my regularly-scheduled picture-of-the-day post. Transition MADE.