One Week Notice

There’s no time to babble too much today because it’s finals week.

Test and Grade, Test and Grade, Test and Grade—Mandatory Faculty Party—Test and Grade, Test and Grade, Test and Grade.

I don’t know why, but for some reason this one movie cliché has been haunting me. It’s the buddy cop one, where the seasoned partner has a week left on the job before retirement, only to be blown away by a crime lord.

Maybe it’s because I can see the end of the year right around the corner. I should be okay though, right? That is, as long as I don’t foreshadow anything by talking about all the fishing I’m going to do on my time off or finally taking that cruise.