A brief look at what this has actually meant, in practice:
ThursdayAnd now I’m DONE with all my teaching-related obligations for nearly six full days.
As of 4.30 p.m., I’m on spring break! Whoo!
As my first act as One Who Is on Break, I spend 40 minutes running around filing paperwork for the most egregious case of plagiarism I’ve yet seen. Then I jump in my car and drive 35 minutes to the second meeting of my early modern reading group (which I’m totally loving, by the way). Then I come home, pour myself a drink, and all but pass out from exhaustion.
In theory, this is the day that I run a ton of errands and clean my apartment from top to bottom. In reality? I do a single load of laundry, take my car in for an oil/filter change and a tire rotation, and then join my friend Evey and her long-distance husband for a bunch of drinks and a big fish fry.
Fight the spring break crowds at the usually empty regional airport for an early flight to Quaint Smallish City.
Grade all 16 papers from Class No. 1 (a personal record: I’m not a particularly efficient grader, so I usually top out at 10 or 11 per day).
Grade all 26 midterms from Class No. 2.
Grade 14 papers for Class No. 3. File mid-semester grades for first two classes just past the theoretical deadline. (RU requires us to file grades at both midterm and at the end of the semester, which I can see the utility of--but why the spring deadline is at the beginning of spring break rather than at the end is beyond me.)
Grade remaining 4 papers for Class No. 3 and file mid-semester grades for that class.
If I can just keep up this level of productivity, I can totally get that book review written; revise my new chapter so that it’s good enough to send to Advisor; fix up my article on Neglected Author; transcribe that (unrelated) manuscript by Neglected Author for a new article, and--and--!
Well, okay. So I probably can’t get all that stuff done. But I bet I can get 2.5 of those four things done, and even completing two--whilst catching up on my sleep and DVD watching and magazine reading--would make me a happy Flavia indeed.