I set my alarm for 9am, and went into school. I stayed for two and a half hours, grading posters and reports. I did well, only a few left.
I meant to come home and keep working, but apparently I felt like I deserved a break, because I haven't done anything productive at home yet except for starting a load of laundry.
So let's see. I need to finish up those reports, then enter the numbers into the computer. Then I must attack the written portions of the holiday packet and midterm. Blah. Enter all that and calculate final grades.
Not to mention plan for the week, for my new unit--narrative accounts (fictional and autobiographical).