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Feb. 25th, 2009 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yuuagoMy house is freezing and I have a splitting headache. (Yeah, the boiler still isn't working, which means I still have no heat. But I saw them carrying it in today, so hopefully it will be installed tomorrow? Sigh.)
This morning sucked. I woke up at the usual time, but turned off the alarm instead of pressing snooze, and then fell back asleep. I woke up with something like 6 minutes to spare before the bus got to the stop. So, RUSHRUSHRUSH. I didn't even have time to brush my teeth, ugh! Fortunately I only had to be there for first-year lecture, so I came home right after and cleaned myself up. Even so, I felt like such a grub. Y'all have no idea.
Marking these papers is depressing. They're just that bad. I don't know if it's because of the novel they had to write on, or because my students were still caught up in post-Christmas excitement when they wrote them, or maybe I just didn't teach that novel very well. Either way, marking them is driving me crazy. Unfortunately, I promised I would have them in by tomorrow morning, so it looks like it's going to be a late night for me. I have a feeling that toward the end of the night I'll be writing comments like "the quotations you base your argument on are misinterpreted [insert reasons]; your argument is invalid". Well, maybe not quite that mean, but still.
There are so many things I need to do, so many things I need to work on. Oh man, things are going to be crazy in March. So many essays to write. Mmn. So you guys, if it gets toward the end of March and y'all don't hear from me for two weeks or something, just assume I committed seppuku. Yeah.
Someone left me a comment on a certain meme saying that they liked my fic and they really hope I continue. That made me feel really good. Brightened my day. I wonder who it was. Not a native English speaker, I think. But that doesn't narrow it down much, because many fans in this fandom are ELL, and I know for sure that quite a few of the people who read my writing are ELL... Hmm. Ah, well. I suppose it doesn't really matter who it was. (Though I still wish I knew, so I could friend them. Some of these people are so sweet, seriously.) Must try to grab some snatches of time to finish that story.
After I finish marking these horrible papers, that is.
This morning sucked. I woke up at the usual time, but turned off the alarm instead of pressing snooze, and then fell back asleep. I woke up with something like 6 minutes to spare before the bus got to the stop. So, RUSHRUSHRUSH. I didn't even have time to brush my teeth, ugh! Fortunately I only had to be there for first-year lecture, so I came home right after and cleaned myself up. Even so, I felt like such a grub. Y'all have no idea.
Marking these papers is depressing. They're just that bad. I don't know if it's because of the novel they had to write on, or because my students were still caught up in post-Christmas excitement when they wrote them, or maybe I just didn't teach that novel very well. Either way, marking them is driving me crazy. Unfortunately, I promised I would have them in by tomorrow morning, so it looks like it's going to be a late night for me. I have a feeling that toward the end of the night I'll be writing comments like "the quotations you base your argument on are misinterpreted [insert reasons]; your argument is invalid". Well, maybe not quite that mean, but still.
There are so many things I need to do, so many things I need to work on. Oh man, things are going to be crazy in March. So many essays to write. Mmn. So you guys, if it gets toward the end of March and y'all don't hear from me for two weeks or something, just assume I committed seppuku. Yeah.
Someone left me a comment on a certain meme saying that they liked my fic and they really hope I continue. That made me feel really good. Brightened my day. I wonder who it was. Not a native English speaker, I think. But that doesn't narrow it down much, because many fans in this fandom are ELL, and I know for sure that quite a few of the people who read my writing are ELL... Hmm. Ah, well. I suppose it doesn't really matter who it was. (Though I still wish I knew, so I could friend them. Some of these people are so sweet, seriously.) Must try to grab some snatches of time to finish that story.
After I finish marking these horrible papers, that is.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.