I won’t know what to do with myself

I just fin­ished mark­ing 43 stu­dent Web sites.

The only thing left to do is triple-check the attend­ance and par­ti­cip­a­tion scores, print it all out, take it in to the uni and deal with the poten­tial fal­lout. The stu­dent I thought was going to fail scraped through with a 50. I didn’t even fiddle it; that’s his honest-to-good­ness raw mark.

I’d like to thank daern without whom that would have been a nightmare.

And now, I am free, free I tell you.

Well, I plan to start writ­ing up the Grand Pro­posal for the Dream but you lot still are under instruc­tions to invite me places, wine me, dine me, seduce me.

I’m ready to party.