Wednesday's my last day of term, since my class has an excursion next week and I'm taking the last week of term off. I was getting together the stuff my Wednesday students need while I'm away. My class was not happy that I won't be there, but they feel they can deal if I bring much work in this week and leave it with them - that work has to include the quantum physics book, a Bollywood film, Santa Claus Conquers the Martians and a couple of 1930s musicals - I am under firm instructions.
I had just started collecting all this, when I suddenly realised "End of term!" Two weeks earlier than usual means that my brain hadn't quite caught up with reality. There are a whole heap of things I do at the end of a teaching cycle, just to make sure that I haven't left too many loose ends before I go into research or writing mode, and one of them is a big sort of all the stray paper. Between four and eight bags of recycling, and me wondering how I produced it all in a mere ten weeks.
This time it's especially important to do a sort, because I'd left stray notes for research for Europe under every stack of paper (it felt that way, anyhow), and I am working on quite a variety of things at once and because if I have forgotten anything that has a deadline, that deadline will be gone before I see the paper again. I need to sort the right work to take with me (since this trip is going to be awesome and fun, but not a holiday). Also, there might have been bills to pay*.
Now I have two small piles of paper that are all forms to be filled in this week (one pile tomorrow, for posting Wednesday, and one on Friday), my Leeds paper and all its notes are gone (done! printed! packed! I don't know how good at is at this stage, but I shall stop worrying until I reach Leeds, I think, and worry about other things, instead), a smallish pile for the Chapter of Doom (due to be reduced to rubble this week, by hook or by crook), two piles of dissertation stuff (which I have until tomorrow week to demolish) and two stacks of stuff to be sorted for travel (one for tonight and one for later in the week).
I was going to do so much stuff on Thursday, and spend a chunk of tomorrow hanging round to see the doctor and then getting scripts filled, but my inner weather sense says we're getting a lengthy and nasty change, and now the Bureau of Meteorology says that tomorrow will be pretty foul. Therefore, my heater will be on high and I shall make many surfaces clear and get paper under control and then face my rather hefty Wednesday with aplomb.
*I found not a single bill. This was odd. Not as odd as the dusty jelly hippo pen rest that appeared, but odd. My friends give me some odd desk accessories. It was explained to me recently that I'm the excuse for buying things that are so very daft that they have no natural home. I don't know what this says about me, but I have suspicions about what it says concerning my friends.
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