School's (almost) out for the summer

At least it will be if and when I ever finish grading. I spent the morning (up until about an hour ago) putting together our panel proposal for 4C's. Betty Stolarek, Lynn Chrenka, and I are proposing a panel that deals with Advanced Composition the way we teach it at Ferris: many of the classes are designated for people in specific majors. Since the theme for the conference next year is "Contesting Boundaries," we figured that when a course crosses the disciplines the way these do (Pharmacy, Product Design, and Business Writing), that is perfectly matched to the theme.

Anyway, let's hope the proposal is accepted. I have been out of luck the last couple of times, and it would be nice to get one accepted for a change.

It's raining and has rained all day. It's quite chilly, in fact, and the Upper Peninsula will receive 2-5 inches of snow this weekend. That's just wrong.

Rain, snow, or sunshine, I've got to finish grading papers, but right now, I have to stop doing anything that requires clarity of thought. I'll get back to it early in the morning, but probably not today since it's already late afternoon, and I'm suffering from Fried Brain Syndrome.

I cleaned up the apartment yesterday and moved out anything especially personal so that Kevin wouldn't feel embarrassed. He's a sweet shy young man, and I know it would mortify him if he found a bra or pair of undies lying around. I didn't remember to get the ancient apples out of the refrigerator, so that may weird him out a little, unless he happens to be into making those dolls out of dried wrinkled apples. And somehow, I doubt that's his hobby. Wish I could make them, especially if I could get them to look as lifelike as the one I've posted on this blog. Someone is a true artist.

Sunday is Mother's Day. My older son and his wife sent me a dozen roses. I doubt my younger son will remember. He seems to be enjoying his stay in California. My husband got a text from him yesterday. He'd just seen Conan O'Brien in person waiting in line at some local burger place.

Anyway, it's naptime.