I finished ALL my grading. Well, except the admissions essays, but all the stuff for my class. I am done. I have zero idea how I did this in three days - 75 essays, 75 four page reading work sets, and 75 tests. Plus the extra credit I let them do if they finished the tests early (tests were graded by the computer, hallelujah). It's all kind of a blur.
In fact, yesterday, I said, "Have a Merry Christmas!" to all my coworkers and they just kind of looked at me and said, "So, you aren't coming to work tomorrow?" Oh, yeah, we had a big deal ceremony at school today - and once again, the kids amazed me with their singing, their hula, their poise. They looked like rascals at practice yesterday, but they pulled if off today, as usual. I wish I could just bottle up their singing and put it here - and my own kids are up there singing away. It never fails to amaze me. I can't sing for beans.
I am not, sadly, finished with my shopping - never did bake the cookies, either. I went for this long walk on Sunday, intending to come back and bake - bought the molasses, the powdered sugar, cherries, walnuts, pounds of butter... And at the halfway point, I suddenly realized that those cookies weren't going to get done. It was a small moment of rebellion - against nothing, really - or maybe against myself. I'll get them done tomorrow for the unofficial work party.
Allie is bagging up, finally, and it is thunder shower-y, so it's gotta be soon, right? Don't they always come when the barometer changes - when you don't want to slog out in the lightning and rain?