Another session is in the books or almost. I didn’t finish all of my paperwork today. There are books to sort and lots of other paperwork to clean off my two desks. (At times I wonder what I would do if I only had one desk. Probably put stuff on the floor, like I do now when I run out of desk space.)
I expect there will be no shortage of tears tomorrow as some students get the news that they didn’t make promotion. It’s difficult to stay on an even keel when you’ve been on a roller-coaster or in a spinning teacup for the last week. I think I did ok today. I only got a little testy when someone used the “I’ve been teaching for 25 years” defense for failing to address cheating during a test. If you’ve been teaching for so long, then you know how to handle cheating and additionally should have reported it instead of waiting for your supervisor to bring it up. meh.
Sometimes I feel invisible at work. I work very hard to make things run smoothly through the term and finals and then scoring. My co-workers’ smooth experience through all of it is my goal. I rarely get any appreciation for it.
Today, I did hear from a couple of people. It was good.
Otherwise, I am mostly invisible. At times I wonder if anyone thinks about how finals or scoring would be if X (name your co-worker) were doing it.
Never mind. I don’t even want to think about that.
Our family cooking tradition is this weekend. We’ve decided on pizza. I volunteered to make the pizza dough and sauce. My Grandma — dad’s mom — loved pizza with pineapple. This was back in the 1960’s. It’s a cooking memory, which is what we are recreating for the girls. It’s not one of the recipes in the BOOK, but I will help my middle niece make brownies — recipe from my same Grandma — which is in the BOOK.
This non-official holiday experience is quickly overtaking Thanksgiving as my favorite. It’s a mixture of frenzy and patience. Hurry up and get it done and waiting until something is just right. Care and love mixed with what the hell are you doingness. I love it.
And then Santa comes by on a firetruck, and we get to tease the little one about how she used to hate him but now she loves him and cries.
I’m really looking forward to next Saturday.
Hell, I’ve got to look up a good pizza dough recipe and try it out before then. I’ve got the sauce covered.