Yet another 2am night.
I swear, I'm going to croak.
I've corrected so many term papers, it's making my eyes dry out. I use the term "corrected" oh so loosely because really--I'm skimming for the certain required properties and that's about it. I feel like a horrible excuse for a teacher, but hey! I've got 5 classes!! I am proofreading the English papers to death--but the Ethics papers are just going to have to deal with the neglect!
My day consists in working out, planning finals, correcting finals, correcting research, eating lunch, and staying up grading more papers. I also squeeze in a couple of phone calls here and there--(Yo Lesley, Crystal and Corey!) and I do the dishes, and take out the garbage because apparently no one else is here often enough to warrant such housework. "I'm never here, so none of the dishes are mine!" That would be my favorite phrase. Seriously people. (I realize other people have at some point in time taken the garbage out--and some miraculous soul actually took the recycling out tonight!!--I am not ungrateful.) But I am on a rant. So I shall rant.
I feel horrible though. A friend called this morning and asked for me to be with her movers while she went to work. She called at 7:30am. I went to bed at 3:30am last night. I was barely coherent, but I knew that with all I had to get done--watching movers for 2 hours wasn't going to happen. I felt so guilty saying no as I snuggled under the covers.
It's 2:09am. I am going to do myself a favor and get to bed early tonight!!