Cute like the smart girl

I have contemplated a few times lately how unfair it is that I check in and read other people's journals, thus enjoying the fruits of others' labor, without ever updating my own. Yet things are either too private to write or too boring. Then I noticed that after a reasonably pleasant post by dividedbyzero he remarked on it being boring. I love the administrivia of people's lives. Guess that means I'd better post the boring stuff.

This is one of the three most stressful times of the year. Progress reports are coming due and of course I'm wildly behind on grading. I am one of only two teachers who switches classes at the semester in my school, so I have the added burden of starting with a new set of kids. They're not new to me, I had them last year, but it is still important to start the semester off "right" which means planning. I wouldn't be so worried about the reports but we have houseguests this weekend and I'd way rather go play then still be writing.

Consequently, I've had two asthma attacks so far today and I can feel a third one gathering.

The major fundraising breakfast for the school is on Thursday. Everyone is running around like decapitated chickens. I am maintaining a calm about the whole thing which is slightly facade-ish, since I'm supposed to show up with lots of technology at some ungodly hour on Thursday morning.

Lots of nit-picky details and meetings this week that will get in the way of doing my actual job, but whatever, we'll deal.