It's all over but the grading, friends. Phew!
I have lost my voice. If it's not back by tomorrow I'm going to have to cancel class. Only once in every 10 words or so can I squeak out something that's not a whisper. This means that shouts of victory are not an option, and even murmurs of victory are optimistic.
I'm feeling victorious anyway. That was crazy.
Oh dear, I'm sorry you lost your voice, but I'm happy you are (partly) done. I have a pile of grading and no wish to do it. Sigh... I really wanted to return exams to students tomorrow, but... maybe I won't be able to. :-(
Posted by: L - Mama(e) in Translation | February 09, 2017 at 10:09 PM
Whispers of victory? Subvocalizations of victory? Pantomimes of victory?
Losing your voice is so very frustrating, but getting to the end is sweet indeed.
Posted by: Melanie B | February 09, 2017 at 11:40 PM