Since May, I have known I'm teaching three developmental composition classes. I met with the book rep to get my online teaching application set up; I met with my fellow professor/mentor to get some insight into the courses. (I'm teaching two levels of developmental classes.) Now, two days before my classes start, I have no idea where my books are (other than that they are buried somewhere in the boxes of stuff the mold remediators packed away) and I am having one hell of a time setting up my online application. Having two more days is a good thing. I have only today entered grades for my summer classes, and my eyes are burning -- the result of some sunscreen gone awry.
Usually I need a little "balance time" the day before my classes start, but it's not going to happen this year, and I have to admit that I am panicking a bit about finishing everything up before Wednesday. I'm trying to remind myself that the world won't come crashing down on all of us if I don't have my materials posted by the first day. That seems more productive than beating myself up for not having started putting it together until today. I have understood for quite some time that perfection leads to procrastination, but I'm not feeling much like a perfectionist today, only a procrastinator.
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