I don't know where I'm supposed to be or what I should be doing. Thank goodness, someone does.

Last week, another professor and I switched classes for a few moments so we could proctor one another's end-of-term evaluations. I don't know if you remember, but in college, the students get an opportunity (before grades are posted) to evaluate instructor performance. We don't administer our own evaluations, and nobody sees anything until next semester. Which sort of takes all the fun out of it, if you ask me.

I've only just realized that while he was sitting at my desk and waiting for my students to finish their civic duty, he took a moment to add some items to my teaching calendar. On this week's agenda:

Tuesday, December 8, 9am: Leg Waxing.
Friday, December 5, 8:30am: Re-evaluate life choice.

I haven't read ahead any further than this. I don't want to spoil the surprise.

But I do hope he's found me a date for New Year's Eve.