Somehow, I scheduled student conferences with three of my four classes for Monday through Thursday of this week. Yes, those would be the three that aren't the medieval lit class. I shall be meeting face-to-face with all but FIVE of my students, having written copious notes beforehand. Or semi-copious notes. Or screw it, whatever I've got time for.
Luckily, the total enrollment in those three classes is around 45; had they been filled to the cap, it would have been more like 70. What the hell was I thinking?
Oh, and I have a paper for SAA due on Sunday, and an annual-report-thingy for the tenure file due Monday. (As a side note, I have never been to SAA before. Is it normal for the papers to list SIXTY-ONE items on the Works Cited page? 'Cos that's what one of the people in my seminar has done, and I was under the impression that these were supposed to be, you know, works in process, and not necessarily exhaustively detailed and polished pieces of scholarship. Also, I'm not sure I cited sixty-one works in my entire dissertation. It was a short dissertation. But I hope not to completely humiliate myself.)
Blogging will be light while I have a nervous breakdown. See y'all on the other side.