Guys, I've got news for you. Last week was kind of rough.
It was rough in the way that a day spent outside in mosquito country is rough. A hundred little things that all line up to make you miserable.
Sunday: We'd just gotten back from San Antonio, where we'd had a blast. We went to bed, only to be woken a few hours later by what was perhaps the single most frightening (non-tornadic) thunderstorm I've ever been in. The lightning was incredibly intense, and the wind just buffeted the house. Dear Husband got up, unplugged the computers, came back to bed, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I, on the other hand, laid there awake for an hour while it stormed.
Monday: I got to my office to an email from one of my students. This student has had a very, very difficult time this semester, and is one of the ones that I've been constantly remembering in my prayers. Life just got a bit more difficult for her. Say a prayer for her.
I went to see maternal-fetal medicine, and the doctor was incredibly...un-reassuring? Certainly, he was not someone whose bedside manner was one that I appreciated it, and I was very grateful that he, at least, will not be delivering this baby!
But I got to see Mogo, which was awesome. This was the anatomy scans, so I got to watch her for almost forty-five minutes while they took almost a hundred pictures. She kept her little hands in front of her face most of the time, but I could see them flex (and count all five fingers), and she already has big feet. (That's Mommy's girl.)
Tuesday: I had to confront a student over a plagiarism case. This is the second instance with this particular student, and said student was quite angry with me for the zero I gave the paper. After all, unlike the first time, there was no copy/pasted material from elsewhere. However, there were no in-text citations, and given that this was the second time?
Tuesday also saw an email to the entire faculty list-serv from a disgruntled (former) student that I would really, really, love to parse down for you, but which I really can't. Suffice it to say that I feel jaws were dropping all over campus, and it's possible someone may end up getting sued for libel.
Furthermore, Tuesday had another horrible storm that morning. This flooded the garage again, despite the "fix" of a gutter that the landlord installed on the back of the house. That's how hard it was raining, but it also managed to be raining sideways. I ended up excusing absences for all of my students who couldn't make it to class, as the weather was that bad in spots (and I had students emailing me that they were flooded in, complete with picture documentation.)
Also, Tuesday let me know that we were going to have to register the Jeep in Texas...and therefore pay taxes on it. Again.
Tuesday also saw me with another student who is having some issues. I spent more than two hours with him in my office, in retention, and in counseling. It was difficult.
Wednesday: We discovered that the garage had flooded. I also had a terrible batch of papers turned in and many of them did not pass, which is always disheartening--but most of those that didn't pass didn't pass because they didn't follow the instructions. (Thursday, I was informed by one of my students that he never gets on Canvas for anything. I wanted to bang my head against the wall.)
Thursday: Plagiarism student informs me that he is intending to appeal his grade, and then spends the rest of the week pestering me for information about how to do so. *pulls hair out* Student has until tomorrow to get it in, as five business days are the limit.
I also had a meeting Thursday afternoon, which went just fine, but I've come to the conclusion that people do not need to state the obvious. Yes, I'm getting more and more pregnant by the day. That does not mean that you need to draw attention to my expanding waistline in a room full of my colleagues.
A new teaser for the new Star Wars movie dropped Thursday, which made me feel better.
Friday: I slept in. I just gave up and slept, which believe me, I needed. I finally dragged my butt out of bed about eleven-thirty, and that was when my week *really* got better. I'd just finished eating something when my Gran called me to tell me that she and Bud were in San Antonio and would be in Corpus in about three hours. (She said she'd called then to surprise me to make sure I wouldn't rush about doing things to get ready for them. I ended up just managing to do all of that in a shorter amount of time.)
So Gran and Bud came by, which was the highlight of the week. They've been on one of their adventures across the country, so they came in, Bud played with the kitties, they got some grapefruit off the tree. The neighbor came over--because I know he just couldn't stand it that someone was over here and he didn't know who they were--and mistook Bud for my daddy. Also, Mama, I've sent your Alamo magnets home with Gran.
Gran and Bud had also brought six cartons of Ale-8, just in case they made it down here (they weren't sure that they would), so I now have 144 cans of Ale-8 left, as of today. That ought--with any luck--run me through to the end of my pregnancy. We went out to eat at Harrison's Landing, which had been recommended to me by a student, and is right by the Corpus Christi Yacht Club out in the marina. It was very nice! I had a summer salad that was to *die* for--I've never had feta that was that good. DH had amberjack fish, which was interesting. It was pretty firm, which I like better than a flaky fish. (And Gran and Bud were there, so there's proof that I tried it.) Gran had shrimp. There were four on the plate, and that was all you needed. These shrimp were almost the size of salad plates. And Bud had fish and chips (only with onion rings)--fried catfish, which he said was also good.
They managed to get out of Corpus before the storms came through. We spent part of that evening with a tornado watch down here and some nasty storms. There were some weak tornadoes, but they all either went north of us, right between Corpus and Victoria, which was where they were staying, and one south of us. They had to evacuate the Fiesta de la Flor festival downtown - this was a big festival celebrating the life and music of Selena, the pop star. She was from Corpus Christi and was murdered here as well.
Saturday, DH spent the day cleaning out the Saturn, in preparation for selling it. He and his boss are taking it to the mechanic tomorrow to get it checked out. Trust me, cleaning out that car was going above and beyond the call of duty.
Sunday, we overslept and didn't make it to church, and given the week we'd had, I don't know that you can blame us! But Sunday was also my parents' 31st wedding anniversary.
And today, I had so much to do, I didn't get this blog entry out in the morning. But I can say that I am, for about five minutes, caught up with my grading, and I have a journal interested in an article I'm working on, so I have until July 15th to send it in. I imagine that this is going to end up with me spending a day at TAMUCC using their library, since Del Mar doesn't have a lot of library resources (we're tiny---comparatively speaking--and you don't have a lot of really serious research going on here).
So that has been the past week. I'm really hoping that it calms down this week. I see my regular OB tomorrow (and I should have even more new baby pictures, as they told me at the beginning that I would have a 20 week ultrasound--with video!--and believe it or not--I'm 19 weeks along.) I have two and a half weeks of school left before I finally get a break, and believe me....after this week, I could use one.