The beauty of multiple bases? I just spent slightly over an hour putting everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, carefully back in its plastics tubs, consolidating and storing the buildings and terrain, and tidying up in general. Ahhhhh. . . I may just pour myself a bit of something medicinal in a moment.
Tomorrow is September 1st -- Can you believe it? -- and it's time to get painting again for yet another friendly painting challenge that a few like-minded friends and I are waging from September 1st to November 1st. Or was it December 1st? No matter. I've got my anticipated brushwork cut out for me in any case. But more on that anon.
Time to finish that first batch of student papers for the semester in the meantime, which I collected yesterday. This semester will be particularly brutal where free time is concerned. I've got three writing intensive courses on my schedule: developmental writing, English 103W (what used to be called plain old English Composition 101), and a Horror Cinema course.
I like what I do, of course, and it pays the bills, but every time you turn around, there are more papers to read and assign some kind of grade. It never lets up and takes more time than you might think. That's on top of daily lesson planning and other professional commitments mind you. Naturally, some students don't always agree with the grades they have earned, so there is the requisite and resultant whining, a fairly recent development, rather than buckling down and working a bit harder and/or longer on the next one.
Why, in my days as a high school student and an undergraduate, that kind of thing was pretty rare. One had some hair on his or her chest, taking low C's, D's, and F's like a man back then you understand. Of course, we had to walk 20 miles uphill to school in three feet of snow, nine months out of the year. And sometimes, the teachers' and professors' eyelashes were frozen together by the time we got there, so. . . ;-)