Stunt Wife?

Today is a day for packing, laundering, cleaning, running errands, and--most painful of all--grading. I'm going through my Comp students' Evaluation essays, for which they were allowed to evaluate a movie, if they wanted to. One student picked The Prestige, a movie about magicians. I haven't seen the film, but I think I'll have to, just to understand the essay.

The confusing part? This:

As Robert and Alfred partnership breaks apart or disappears when Alfred tied the wrong knot on Roberts stunt wife during a magic show causing her to drown.

Do I need to take some sort of hallucinogenic drug to understand that? Is there a decoder ring? I had to get this in the proper file pronto, before I lost consciousness.

Red Barbarian Needs Food--Badly

No, I'm not hungry. I'm just running out of energy. I'd been kicking ass on NaNoWriMo, writing better than my 2000 words a day, and then I was nailed with a bunch of stuff all at once. Grading, planning, writing tests. Yesterday I thought I was getting seriously sick, and had to take a long nap just to finish grading.

I know--whine, whine, whine.

So my novel is hovering just over 10,000 words--about 3000 words behind schedule now. I might be able to catch up over the weekend. It's not like I don't know where the story is going. I have more notes than I'll have novel when I'm done.

But that's why I haven't been blogging. I'm getting crushed.

I'll try to be better.

The Perfect Storm

I'm liable to be out of commission, blog-wise, for the next few days, as I've been struck by several grading obligations all at once. A round of essays for my two Comp sections will eat up most of my time, and what that doesn't claim will go to grading Logic quizzes and weekly homework, some extra credit, making lesson plans for the week, and creating a Unit Test on categorical logic.

This semester is tough, even though I only have three sections. Since my Comp textbook and syllabus were chosen for me, and since I've never taught Logic before, I have to make all of my materials from scratch. Next semester should be easier, because even though I'll change a few things I'll at least have my lecture notes on hand from this time around.

So I hope to be back in communication soon. If I'm not back in five minutes . . . just wait longer.