I was out of town last week, so I'm playing catch up on marking papers.
I've had a bunch of extra meetings for different committees and commitments.
It's registration season for the next semester, and advisees are coming out of the woodwork to ask me to weigh in.
Visiting student teachers, keeping up with my two students working on independent study projects, and--oh yeah--I have classes to teach(!) means it's a full, full week.
And then, a student stops by, and just asks if I have a few minutes to talk.
So, with a bit of an internal sigh, I put a smile on my face and turn away from my laptop, gesture toward the ramshackle little couch I have in my office, and turn in my chair to give her my full attention, even as I think to myself, "I have things to do..."
|This junky little couch moved in to this office the same day I did.|