- As you may know, my parents visited me for 10 days. They left yesterday. Although they are quite self-sufficient, I always feel the guilt that I don't pay them enough attention (I am working, after all. And I'd rather they come during working time than on Spring Break, taking my break away). It's the combination of Jewish + Hispanic, I guess. So this last weekend, I planned a weekend trip to a city 100 miles from where I live, that I'd been hearing good things about. It went OK, although here is one suggestion: when traveling with your parents, unless they are the type who can walk into any kind of situation without problems, plan everything to the last detail. If you decide to go walking to a particular neighborhood, print a map with suggested routes. It will save you some aggravations.
- I came back from the trip Sunday night, to find that Clarissa had linked to my post about a promising new student. Thanks Clarissa, I hadn't have a chance to thank you yet. Unfortunately, things went back to normal that same day. I had 2 emails from students saying that they had book their trips home for Spring Break leaving on Thursday, so they would not be able to take the Midterm on Friday, and how could they reschedule it. My blood pressure went through the roof. That midterm has been on the syllabus from day 1!!! Finally I told them they could take it on Wednesday with my upper-level class, at that particular time. Otherwise, they'd miss it. One accepted, and I haven't heard from the other one.
- Yesterday, I gave a (announced) quiz to my two SPAN 101 classes, and half of them flunked. Even though I told them exactly what was going to be on it, including previously assigning half the exercises of the quiz as homework and then going over them in class. After the third disaster I graded, I started grading really harsh. I went out looking for blood. And I found it. If that doesn't send the message, nothing will.
- Yesterday, I stayed in my office until 7 pm, catching up with a lot of things but also trying to get ahead of the week. I was feeling guilty driving back home, thinking that I had barely paid attention to my husband the previous week, so maybe he was expecting to have some quality time with me that day and I was working like crazy. Nope. He had driven himself to exhaustion, working on different minor things, cleaning the house, cooking for the whole week, etc. When we compared notes, he said: "I guess we both needed to feel that we are in control of our lives and environment, so we had similar reactions". What a wise man I married.
And that being said, I am back!
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