Thanksgiving is over.
You know how you see that block of 4 days off and you think: Wow. I am going to be SOOOO productive that weekend?
It's been a feeling I've had every year since I was a Freshman so long ago. I'll write all my final papers! I'll finish my reading! I'll make a final study schedule! And later, in grad school: I'll grade all those papers! I'll finish my Master's! I'll prepare my prospectus! I'll finish my dissertation! And now: I'll write my conference papers, my new journal article, my final exam rewrite, my online re-design, my sabbatical proposal!!!
None of it. Ever. Gets done.
Yet I fall for it year after year. This year, I anticipated doing the following:
Finish polishing 5 book chapters to be submitted Dec 1
Redesign final exam (since last year's ended up online)
Begin my 6 conference papers. Because I have one conference every month for the next 6 months
Grade 55 10-page essays.
And here it is, the final day of the weekend, and I am only now just finished with tomorrow's lecture notes. That's all I've done!! Feasting and drinking and toeing the family politics line -- I didn't even travel anywhere this year. They came to me. And I still didn't do a damn thing.
Surely I am not alone in such folly?
There's no way around it. I've said yes too often. My next 4 weeks are going to be TERRRRRRIBLE.
That's the misery. Coming soon: Snowflake Roundup!