I had to pull over this morning and take a picture of what's left of the urban league building on Market. This is an accurate metaphor for this week in the semester. I'm going to have a ton of stuff to grade very soon, but it's not nearly as bad as in the fall, when I teach lit too. Both of my classes this semester are making poetry chapbooks as their final projects. I always like seeing what they come up with. Once a student made a wood cover for her book, and baked the pages in the oven to make them all burned. That was awesome.
My guilty pleasure: throwing all of the papers and poems aside and reading Dear Mr. Rove: 32 Letters to Karl Rove. It will surely help you keep your sanity during the last week of the semester, or finals week, or whenever. Congrats, Justin!
The weather was great this weekend. Today it's cold and rainy: a perfect last Monday of the semester. Yesterday we let Rubi sprint around the yard sans leash, and that was really cool. She is pretty darn obedient. Must be the terrier, not the beagle. My dog would've been in Pennsylvania within ten minutes.