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Jul. 24th, 2007 11:05 pmTerm starts tomorrow and I've already mislaid one set of evaluation forms. Unless I handed them out when I was supposed to, in which case someone else has lost them. I shall make inquries. In the meantime, I have a whole new set of forms for my students to fill in tomorrow.
This term has two big things happening. One is finishing up our world creation and having Maxine McArthur as a guest. The other is Mental Health Week. We've already done about 70% of the work for mental health week and we've only got three weeks of work to go to complete Terrafred, our brilliant planetary creation.
That's all starting tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night is crit group at my place and housework is .. um ... in an interesting state. I can honestly state that the floor is now visible. I have lots of clean clothes and dishes. I have an ant plague. I have much dust and even more paper. Most books are tentatively shelved, meaning that they're on the sorting shelves. As long as no-one wants to actually find any of these books, this is fine, and there are chairs that do not have books on them at this very moment. I'm very proud of the chairs-with-no-books. In fact, there are fewer than two dozen feral books in the whole loungeroom. And only about half a ream of feral paper. Truly, things are under control (for a very particular definition of 'under control').
This term has two big things happening. One is finishing up our world creation and having Maxine McArthur as a guest. The other is Mental Health Week. We've already done about 70% of the work for mental health week and we've only got three weeks of work to go to complete Terrafred, our brilliant planetary creation.
That's all starting tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night is crit group at my place and housework is .. um ... in an interesting state. I can honestly state that the floor is now visible. I have lots of clean clothes and dishes. I have an ant plague. I have much dust and even more paper. Most books are tentatively shelved, meaning that they're on the sorting shelves. As long as no-one wants to actually find any of these books, this is fine, and there are chairs that do not have books on them at this very moment. I'm very proud of the chairs-with-no-books. In fact, there are fewer than two dozen feral books in the whole loungeroom. And only about half a ream of feral paper. Truly, things are under control (for a very particular definition of 'under control').