My English colleague left today, and my French colleague doesn't work on Fridays - so tomorrow looks like it'll be relatively peaceful, at least in the morning. The afternoon, I suspect will be busier, with two meetings and something to re-film - if I have the time. However, that's for tomorrow. For today I've been hard at work preparing for our summer event, and it should be good - I've secured a couple of interesting...things (secrets, for now) to present to everyone who comes. In addition, we've secured a gorgeous location, and since it'll be held in June I have high hopes for excellent weather.
In addition, the planning for next year's Integration Day is already well underway, and I'm playing my part by working on algorithms. It turns out Maths is as useful as French. Who knew? +Aric Gilinsky, probably, but don't let him know I said that. In any case, my supervisor and I have a cunning plan, and next year's students are in for a treat. Several treats, in fact, and a big prize at the end.
I've also almost finished work on my essay about French politics; there were a few errors, but none so grievous that they couldn't easily be fixed. That took several hours out of my afternoon, and wasn't helped by the Arabic culture afternoon. I figured I could be grumpy, or I could join in.
I was grumpy. Essays don't write themselves, more's the pity, and as much as I'd have liked to have joined in, I couldn't. I did the responsible thing. Growing up: it sucks.
The afternoon was given over to my grammar lesson in preparation for the T.F.I, which I felt went really well. There were a couple of exceedingly stupid errors, which I really need to stamp out, but otherwise - pleased. Three weeks until that particular sword stops hanging over my head, and I can't say I'm not looking forward to it.
I've also started looking at courses for next year, and suddenly next year seems uncomfortably close. Weird sensation. Don't like it much.
So in conclusion: don't grow up. Do do Maths.