And this past teaching week was as easy as I'd anticipated -- only three days and the in-class time had me doing some research reading while the students worked hard writing, a nice switch, I'd say.
But all good things come to an end, and that will be the last free weekend for weeks and weeks. All those essays I enjoyed sitting through the writing of? They've come home with me. Pages and pages of first-year arguments, not even word-processed but at least the handwriting's in ink (I warn them about the crankiness factor that happens alongside eyestrain, but they complain about the commitment factor an ink pen demands. Mind you, they complain about not being allowed to word-process their exams as well -- hand-writing is way too physically demanding for the young, did you know?)