Hmm.
I'd forgotten what this feels like. I'm about to go to bed after 3 hours of packed, useful lesson planning. I have every lesson for tomorrow (and enough overflow for part of Wednesday) written up. I retyped & retooled a department handout that wasn't as illuminating as it could be, and I printed novel sign-up sheets that'll help me weed out students who are coasting on books they've already read. I have reading time pencilled in for the next month, a test date and a review date right before (see, Amy? I'm learning from your example!) I've written out a list of questions, and 4 bulleted reminders that'll keep my head firmly screwed on tomorrow (despite its innate tendency to squitter away like a leaky balloon).
I think I need to get to bed. A good night's sleep will be the cherry on the sundae.
Tomorrow: joining a gym, my new classes, and maybe even the lost week will get a little ink. It could happen! On a week when I actually have planned lessons the night before, anything could happen.
