I have a weird teaching schedule this semester. One of my colleagues had a baby at the end of last month, and so she was squishing her teaching responsibilities into the first half of the semester. I picked up where she left off for the classes we co-teach: I'll be spending five hours a week with our grad students until the end of the semester.
For January and most of February, I had a little bit of responsibility for the grad students but nothing onerous. Mostly I could focus on my undergrad class. I had some whopping service commitments and a weird feeling of urgency about my research agenda, but not much in the way of teaching responsibilities. From here on out, though, it's going to be intense.
I've taught the material for the next three weeks before. In the last chunk of the semester I'll be prepping new stuff for them. It's going to be tough.
But-- I can do this. I can do it more happily if I am eating well, sleeping well, making time for exercise and fun. I will feel much more peaceful on Monday if I get a boatload of grading done tomorrow. So this is me, saying that tomorrow I'm going to do a boatload of grading. And then next week? It will be time to bring the A game.
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