So far this week, various people have wanted many different things from me:
1. My parking space.
2. Paczki.
3. Permission to drop a required freshman writing course because it conflicts with the student's major courses and besides, she doesn't really need writing in her real life.
4. A teaching schedule with no afternoon or Tuesday/Thursday classes.
5. Minutes of last week's Faculty Council meeting.
6. My umbrella.
7. My library card.
8. A clear explanation of just what Robert Frost meant by "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," including my opinion on whether the poem might really be talking about Santa Claus.
9. A job description for a sudden unexpected opening in the department.
10. A search committee for same.
11. Deadlines for submissions for departmental awards.
12. Grades on papers I collected only yesterday.
13. One hundred blank white index cards.
14. My department's opinion on 200 essays by prospective students.
15. A film canister full of ashes.
I've been pretty accommodating, but I've had to send a few people away empty-handed. No grades today, folks, and no free passes for freshman comp, but there are plenty of paczki left--or perhaps I can interest you in some perfectly lovely ashes?
For Lent, I think I'll give up listening.
1 comment:
After looking up paczki on Wikipedia, I'll take some of those, please. And a parking space would be nice too, but I'm not picky.
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