I’ve said before that academic work is often feast or
famine. Sometimes it gets piled on. At other times you get to catch your breath,
and maybe even complete a thought. There is one way to predict when you’ll get
hit with a pile, though, and that is whenever it will be most unpleasant for
you. This is a corollary of Murphy’s Law, no doubt.
Xavier was originally scheduled to be off school on Monday,
and Tuesday, October 8-9. I knew CONtraflow was the weekend prior so I
scheduled two tests on Friday, the 5th, knowing I’d be able to
recover from the con and get my tests graded over those two free days. Then
Hurricane Isaac hit and we lost a week, and as a result we’ve taken those two
days back for classes. To accommodate CONtraflow, then, I moved one test to
Monday.
It would have been tight to get to the Con and get the first
test graded too, but I could handle it. Alas, I had forgotten to predict the
inevitable. When I came in on Friday I also found three big research proposals
waiting for me in my box for my evaluation.
I went to work on those and made some progress, though it meant that I
barely made it to the meet the guests party at CONtraflow. But by Monday
morning, two new research proposals had spawned in my box, and I gave another
test that day. I put in almost 15 straight hours of work and made it about
halfway through the pile that needed to be completed. I’ve been up working
since early this morning and it’s looking like a 12 hour day is on the way. I’m
taking a little break to write this.
I looked at Blogger for the first time in several days
yesterday and had 283 posts in my feed. I hadn’t the strength so had to mark
them all as read. If I should get through early enough today, I’ll try to make
some rounds this evening. I’ll have to see.
In the meantime, Issue 6 of White Cat Magazine is out, and
it looks to be a doozie. I’m going to do
a fuller review as soon as I can get out from under the work pile. Check it
out.
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I hear that one. I'm surfing the web as means of maintaining some procrastinating sanity.
ReplyDeleteYou're not making much of a case for me to persue a career in academics, Charles. :) Glad you could find a moment to stop in. And, in an odd way, I'm glad you're busy. Because I think the opposite would be very bad.
ReplyDeleteSorry the school schedule didn't work in your favor. Don't worry about the blogs.
ReplyDeleteAnd did you see the back page of the new issue of White Cat Magazine?
As a public university, WSU never gets days like Columbus Day off.
ReplyDeleteDavid J., you gotta have some breaks
ReplyDeleteTom, busy does mean paycheck I'd guess.
Alex, I did. Looks pretty cool!
Patti, we don't specifically get Columbus day off. we have what are called contingency days, which are like a fall break, unless there's an evacuation. Sometimes it dovetails with Columbus day but not always.
I think sometimes, "Murphy" is the name of a trickster god. Because things like that sounds like a very bad joke.
ReplyDeleteHope you can get some rest soon.
A line from, somewhere, a movie, perhaps, comes to mind: "It must be a drag being you," that is when you've been hit by so much at the same time.
ReplyDeleteCharles, more feast than famine, I'd assume. A friend of mine gave up a lucrative corporate career to teach young students in a not so developed part of India. He finds it more fulfilling than anything he has done so far. I hope you get time to relax in between your hectic routine.
ReplyDeleteAck, you sound awfully busy.
ReplyDeleteDeka, maybe Murphy is the newest incarnation of the Trickster.
ReplyDeleteSnowbrush, not much incentive to keep going when all you have in front of you is work. But life has a momentum, I guess.
Prashant, I definitely feel that way at times. I like my job a lot. Most of the time, at least. :)
Golden Eagle, indeed so.
Well, deep into retirement from all that, I can offer you my heart-felt sympathies. For me it was a regular tsunami of papers to read and grade. My wife could tell you that it would put me in a bad mood for weeks, with a brief hiatus before the next wave arrived. Some day, I'll probably begin to miss all that with a degree of nostalgia, but not any time soon. Teaching is a wonderful calling, but enough is enough.
ReplyDeleteWell, the grading and proposals will get done eventually. Hope things look brighter by the end of the week.
ReplyDeletegeez... whine and complain... you're beginning to sound like a slipping belt in your car engine! :P lol
ReplyDeleteseriously, teachers are never paid enough for all the crap they go thru, sometimes even the teaching part...
small break coming up... called xmas!
please continue to model a moderate method of dealing with our blog addiction
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki,
Comfort Spiral
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nice cover on this issue of White Cat. good luck with the work load today!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it a shame that interruptions are all too frequent in life... hang in there! (At least Issac wasn't too bad)
ReplyDeleteAs long as you and Lana are doing well health-wise, the rest will sort itself out, my friend.
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ReplyDeleteRon, what makes the grading worse is when you have students who it seems like you are working a lot harder than they are.
X Dell, Got a lot done yesterday thank goodness.
Laughingwolf, I was thinking the other day I just need to shut up about this kind of stuff. Don't do no good to talk about it. Well, maybe it does. sometimes. :)
Cloudia, uh oh, sounds like a touch assignment. :)
Greg, yeah, I really like that cover a lot.
Sage, seems sometimes that's what life consists of.
Bernard, amen, brother.
Hope you get to take a breath. BTW, The Writers that you mentioned in your previous post sounds like the kind of book I used to love reading. I'll track it down.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the academic version of the business hockey stick. Don't forget to find some downtime somewhere in there.
ReplyDeleteJess, I'm having fun with it.
ReplyDeleteTravis Cody, yes, looking forward to some downtime, and maybe writing.
Charles-you are one busy dude!
ReplyDeleteCharles-you are one busy dude!
ReplyDeleteJodi, so it seems.
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