Some progress has been made with the school work. Yay.
Now I only have 13 research papers left to grade. Until people turn them in late, that is.
I have written 9 pages of my Angels and Devils paper, which means only 3 pages left. I picked a dumb topic. Remind me to stay away from paradoxes. They hurt your brain and make you want to jump out a window head first.
Lesson plans are almost complete. I just need to write 3 more pages of the introductory paper, finish making a rubric, complete a few more odds and ends, and put it all together.
Surrealism is being postponed until next weekend, which is a-ok.
I feel much better now than I did at the beginning of the weekend. Progress was made. The end is in sight. I think I might actually survive this semester, which is, to put it simply, a miracle.
I'm 30. When did that happen?
I don't feel 30, so I guess this is my attempt to figure out who I am at this point in my life that has snuck up on me oh-so-quickly.