If I talked about growing-up yesterday it should be about gray hair today. My students are running me into an early grave.
My third years have are producing a magazine and today I have to send the finished product off to the printers, the deadline has come. Sadly I am still chasing after work, I am four images, two captions and an edited piece short of completion.
So while my students are probably still in bed, turning over and dreaming the dreams of the young I am tearing out my hair and have spent countless hours fixing up their work.
But I must say it is shaping up nicely, if only the deadline wasn’t here. With no time left and my email-bombardments left unanswered, I am left still chasing deadlines hoping for a miracle.