The first Monday bubbles with the excitement of new classes, new students, new stories about what happened over break: on the first Monday, anything is possible.
On the second Monday, reality begins to set in: the weekend simply wasn't long enough but the week ahead looks doable, not quite as sparkly new as the previous week but still possessing possibilities.
The third Monday comes barrelling in like an out-of-control freight train carrying piles of student papers, e-mailed excuses, venomous glares, malfunctioning technology and meetings meetings meetings stretching down the rails from here to eternity.
Everyone at the department meeting today looked as if they'd stepped directly into the path of that train. It was a clanking screeching train wreck of a day, and right now the debris is piled so high that it's impossible to see over the top. Hello! Is anyone out there?! If so, would you mind tossing me some rope and a lantern and a healthy supply of hope? We're fresh out.
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Ha! Great posting, Bev. We are on our 4th Monday, and the faculty are weighed down with papers, while the students are a looking in need of sleep.
One said to me with a half smile, "Did your ears ring this weekend? That was me grumbling over that essay you assigned!"
Of course the fact that it snowed for the first time in a month didn't help his mood!
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