I have a presentation in 7 hours (God, being up this early makes the day seem so very, very long). I’m not sure what I’ll be talking about other than iconoclasm in the classroom. (I’ve noticed a theme to my classroom presentations, and they’re usually about overthrowing outdated, tired, and ineffectual teaching methods. Hmm).

I’m supposed to have a visual aid.  I don’t have a visual aid.  I’m not sure if I will have a visual aid.

Of course, I don’t have a speech either, so I’m right on schedule.

Two weeks of actual classroom left, of papers and stress and hair pulling and screaming and then….

…and then I don’t know. I have no idea.  Ideally, I’ll be sitting on the bow of the boat, sipping iced tea, reading something horribly trashy and getting sunburnt and swimming until my limbs revolt.

Ideally.

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