Y esterday, Saturday, was a bustling day here in the Grand Duchy. In and around picking up the Christmas trees after breakfast and decorating them that evening, there is also a virtual stack of final student projects and independent capstone reflections to wade through. Still quite a way to go with all of that before I can tally and submit final course grades along with the usual panicked emails AFTER the fact. Typically, these attemot to jockey for a grade change and offer 1001 reasons to explain why students oughtn't, didn't, couldn't, wouldn't, or shouldn't have to. Sigh. I really wonder what message so many parents have sent to their children during the last 30+ years or so. But onto more pleasant things. Since the Grand Duchess leaves midday today for a few days with aging parents and sister in the Seattle area, we lit our third Advent candle during dinner yesterday evening. The Young Master was again otherwise engaged (he's 16 now),...
E njoyed (yes, really) my program's final meeting of the semester earlier today. Coffee and pastries were part of the equation, both of which make any work function easier to sit through. That said, there was some sharing of personal plans and laughter around the table during the first 35 minutes, so it was actually pleasant as far as these things go. As usual, I was terribly overdressed, but it was an occasional after all. Hey, anytime there is coffee, it's an occasion in my book. Final course grades are due next Tuesday afternoon. Although grades have yet to be entered into the learning management system for Collaborative Project #3 and the Independent Course Capstone Project (the latter due by 11:59pm tonight), the whiny, entitled emails have already been coming in for a few days as students try to relitigate previous grades from weeks ago. I guess grades, in their minds, are like a plate of overcooked pasta at The Olive Garden. If you don't...