...and I haven't even taught a class yet.
That's right, I'm a wimp! I went in to work today at Full-Time Job (otherwise known as Far Away Community College) simply to make my nest. My office was butt ugly--an icky hospital green, bad window coverings. So I loaded up a bag with a painting, desk calendar, some office supplies, colorful folders, a Buddha candle holder, iPod docking station, etc. etc. I got into the office around 9:30 and spent the better part of the day getting things squared away--copying syllabi, making up grade sheets, getting my login and password, checked my work e-mail for the first time (upwards of 200 to go through). Around 12:30 I decided to go home and do some things there, but I ended up at Target buying more pretties and organizational stuff. Ultimately I didn't think I'd want to haul all the new goods up to the office at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I went back to the office, did some more nesting, and finally skipped out around 2:30. All the way home I talked to some of the wonderful people from Part-Time Job (otherwise known as Really Close to Home Community College) about library tours, online enrollment, etc. etc. Once I worked my way through the traffic accident blocking my way home, picked up something for dinner, visited with B.'s parents and got myself into my comfy clothes, it was 5:30.
I know, not exactly a taxing day, but the just-before-class flurries always stress me out every semester. Tomorrow I get my new batch. I teach a technical writing class from 8:00-9:20 and a literature/research class from 10:00-11:20. Then I'm free for the day since the Writing Center doesn't open up again until the 22nd of this month. In the between time I'll be haggling with my students from online classes trying to get them squared away. Whew!
Getting everything set up and ready to roll will take a few days, but I love it! The beginning of a new semester is always exciting.
In other news, the new Estella's Revenge is online! Go check it out!
I started Joe Hill's debut novel, Heart-Shaped Box, last night and OH MY GOD. I probably WILL NOT be reading it at night when B. isn't home. It's been a very long time since I've read a horror novel. I'm sure the last one was something by Stephen King, so I suppose it's appropriate that my newest foray into the paranormal is with his son's work. For the uninitiated, the book is about a burned out rock star who collects disturbing objects like skulls, snuff films, and other nuggets of the macabre. When he buys a haunted suit on an Internet auction site--and it arrives in a black, heart-shaped box--all hell breaks loose. It's SO GOOD, but so freakin' creepy. Another reason I'm a wimp.
Off to finalize my intimidating speeches for tomorrow's classes. Gotta start 'em off right, ya know.