"I wished we all had golden chaps."
"I wished for a pony."
"I wished for all of us to have beards like Darcy Tucker."
"I wished that Darcy Tucker were here to appreciate our beards."
And somewhat later, sung...
"Ooo-oooh, do you think it's weird
that prizes have appeared
in Darcy Tucker's beards?"
You know, last week I wasn't so sure. But this week I have to admit that the Sèan Cullen Show was a brilliant piece of work. It's almost too good to be a CBC show. Heh.
I think Frau Foch is my new sasquatch-owning, evil-plan-generating dominatrix hero.
"Not ze hair! Never ze hair!"
photos ripped off from the cbc website.
I think this weekend will go down in history as the Days of Most Procrastination. At least, I hope they'll go down in history - I'd hate for them to be surpassed in any way. This weekend I was to finish my term marking, finish my exams and get marks for tomorrow morning. As of right now, I've finished one set of essays. I have a class set of essays, some miscellaneous term work and both class sets of exams. And I just realized 2 hours ago that I left two critical folders at work on Thursday. Sigh.
At least I know that I'm not alone. Teresa phoned me a few hours ago to commiserate - all of our marks are due tomorrow and I don't know anyone who'll have them in on schedule. The best we can do is mark like crazy tomorrow and get it all in by the afternoon. Me, I can't even do that - I have to grab the folders from the school, finish my marking, go home, enter my marks, then come back & get the marks into the computer. I anticipate a lot of running around tomorrow.
With that in mind, I think I'm going to bed. Sure, it's only 8:30, but the sooner I go to sleep, the more prepared I'll be to run the rat maze.
Before I do, I want to make a few notes. First, it was nice seeing Little Spider & Spike on Friday. Although the Boy & I forgot about the Cube screening, we did manage to visit Ikebana's pre-Superbowl party and then swing by the Garden for pulsing EBM & some good conversation. It was good to see some former crewmates of the Good Ship Education, if only to confirm that I'm not alone in my freakout. (In fact, one of my crewmates is thinking of dropping out of teaching altogether. Like myself, she's planning to re-evaluate her career prospects in a few years. Me, I'm just paying off my student loan and seeing the Boy through his degree. I don't really have any other skills right now, so this is where I need to be. Later, I have no idea. I don't think I'll be in the classroom for 25 unbroken years...but we'll see.)
On another note entirely, I'm kind of amazed/amused by the welcome we get from Arch & Fred these days. They were always nice to us, but now they seem almost ecstatic when we walk through the door. I think they're just happy to see some familiar faces. Still, it's nice to feel wanted.
We were going to go out last night for some klezmer music, but since I'd finished exactly zero marking, we stayed in and made a pasta casserole instead. This turned out to be a very positive decision, for this morning we were rested enough to go to church! I can't say that I enjoyed being in a large, almost-empty building, but I did enjoy the music, the speakers and the feeling that I was back in control of my life. We picked a particularly good day to get up; this morning a Muslim woman delivered a sermon on the tenants of Islam. I learned a lot, and I feel good about this church. We'll see how this whole 'getting up on a weekend morning' thing works out.
Today I made a brown rice & lentil dish (I have 2 different recipes for this basic concept) and tried, tried, tried to get my act together. Dinner was delicious. I just wish I could convince my bosses that it was worth blowing off my marking.
