So, it's not quite 1 pm and I've: graded about 15 journals, run a class, counseled a crying student who has a stalker on campus, cried for the student after she left, contacted the dean of student services, cried some more for her, graded about 70 daily assignments, explained rhetoric and privilege about 52 times on those assignments, prepared to teach another class. All on about 4 oz of a latte, which needs reheating.

On the one hand, I feel like Wonder Woman. On the other hand, I wanna go home and watch some crappy Criminal Minds and paint my nails.