Endless. It’s ten to eleven, and I’m finally coming in for a landing.
• Up at 5:30: take the dog for an hour-long walk.
• Feed dog.
• Feed human, along the way cooking a bunch of sugary bratwursts to store in the freezer.
• Water plants.
• Write blog post.
• Upload completed grade rubrics and comments to BlackBoard (online course software).
• Enter grades for Eng. 101 portfolios in BlackBoard; mark attendance.
• Figure out which Eng. 102 students’ grades will be changed if they score high on the final paper; prioritize these in rushed last-minute grading frenzy.
• Realize this scheme will not work.
• Write a blog post.
• Calculate, record, and store 101 students’ grades, so they can be entered in the District’s online grading system quickly on Monday.
• Start the laundry.
• Read the client’s urgently needed copy.
• Wash the dog after brain goes numb reading technical copy.
• Read more of the client’s urgently needed copy.
• Call the mechanic to make appointment for oil change; leave word on his machine.
• Edit and reformat client’s complicated, highly technical table, the first of many to come.
Stopped around 5:30, truly brain-paralyzed after having sent the edited copy and table back to Author. At that point I decided I’d better wash the car before the sun goes down. This was a nice break—washing the van is easier than one would think, and now I’ll be able to see through the windshield again. It’s been a while since the road and I have caught sight of each other.
It occurred to me why it is that posting grades and all other activities that involve use of the Internet seem to take so damned long: one thing leads to another. No such task is ever straightforward and simple. Working with computers and the Net is a convoluted process.
Today, for example, two English 101 classmates, brothers who are both “A” students, dropped off the roster. Check the District’s system: they’ve been dropped for nonpayment of fees.
Say what? The college drops them for nonpayment of tuition three days before the final exam????
This eventuates a flurry of e-mails to the department, whose avatars know nothing, and then to the kids. Before long, a flurry of incoming e-mails hits: an outsourced contractor has screwed up an accounting update and accidentally expelled something over 400 students. They’re working on it. They promise they’re working on it!!! Please, please, please don’t send your students to Admissions and Records!
Dropping the brothers—plus a young woman from one of the 102 sections—causes BlackBoard to erase the entire semester’s grading record for the three students. It’s been a couple of weeks (mmmm…maybe more…) since I downloaded a BlackBoard backup, so if the morons don’t get this fixed by next Monday, and we do mean completely fixed, I am screwed.
At any rate…this is how entering 20 grades and 20 attendance points morphed into a two-hour adventure.
Moving on:
• Wash car.
• Discover dryer is dangerously hot. Haul blanket and towels to clothesline.
• Squirt dryer with water from spray bottle to jump-start cool-down process.
• Google “overheated electric dryer” to try to figure out what might be wrong with the thing.
• Examine vents; see nothing wrong with them.
• Brush and comb still damp dog.
• Start dinner: set artichokes to cook.
• Feed dog.
• Figure out where on earth the money is going to come from to pay the $1,089.60 owed for Medigap insurance.
• Calculate out a year and a half in advance to be sure removal of $1,089.60 from tax & insurance account will not break the bank.
• Finish fixing dinner.
• Write a blog post while food is cooking.
• Eat dinner.
• Clean up kitchen.
• Finish, proofread, and publish blog post.
• Take dog for walk.
• Write this blog post.
And so, to bed… there to copyedit the other client’s latest crime novel before falling asleep.



