I just finished administering a final exam in one of my sections of mythology. Tomorrow, I will administer my other final. Then the work of grading begins. It shouldn't be too bad. However, I have to have everything done, all the semester final grades calculated, by Monday for both classes. That kind of sucks.
Tonight, I will do no grading. Tonight, since I do not have to go to choir practice (it's my wife's turn), I plan on putting my son to bed at seven and following him shortly thereafter. If the Motrin I just took takes the edge off my fever and tiredness, I may stay up to watch American Idol. But if I feel like I currently feel, I will be crawling under the covers and studying the insides of my eyelids.
Saint Marty hates being sick.
|In keeping with my Dickens obsession|