Ok, I have to take a second to write this down because otherwise I’ll feel like it’s not even real. I was so, so productive this evening!
I basically mapped out the rest of the semester. This event marks the first time I’ve constructed any sort of daily parceled plans for more than a week at a time, if even that. (TFA would be angry and ashamed of me for this, but whatever; I’m trying as hard as I can.) Anyway, I’m incorporating many more grammar mini-lessons into my daily teaching for the rest of the semester — because, frankly, I don’t have a choice. I’ve been neglecting it shamelessly lately, and that needs to change ASAP.
The reason why I got so much done in one fell swoop today was, sadly, because I spent the morning freaking out and being entirely unproductive. Gross. But around 2:00, I gave myself a figurative smack in the face, went for a run, and worked for seven hours uninterrupted. I recognize that this second part is also kind of gross in its own way. I guess I am a creature of extremes.
By the way, speaking of running: Why is it that characters in movies always run along railroad tracks? (This is something I have noticed, particularly in inspirational sports movies.) I keep trying to do this myself, and it’s a poor decision every time. It’s like a freaking obstacle course out there — in part because of the tracks themselves, but also due to the sharp rocks and tall grasses that tend to accompany them. In short, running on railroad tracks is a good idea for anyone who has woken up with the intention of twisting an ankle. I don’t know why I keep putting myself through this. I hope you have enjoyed my rant.
