This is my second last exhausted Wednesday, I hope. It's amazing how hard it is to do all this teaching, considering what actually gets done - not much - a lot of it is artfully figuring out how to get away with not doing much (oops, there's an admission). Anyway, I'll be very pleased when it's over. As usual - you never think it's going to happen - but I am going to miss a lot of my students. Mind you, when I think back over previous years I can conjure up fond memories of them, but not necessarily their names or why. Sorry, kids, if any of you are reading this (I always assumed it would only be a matter of time before some smartarse youngster tracked me down and everyone in some class or another read this stuff, it may still happen of course, I don't care a jot naturally, although I suppose I may be made to care a jot if someone holds me up to - shudder - ridicule).
Now I have to muster the energy to go home. I suppose it can be done. Mark six essays en route.