We all have our end-of-the-semester routines.
Some of my colleagues clean their offices, dumping unneeded papers into the shredder with glee.
Others gladly share their gourmet gifts from students in the office kitchen (side note: why don't I ever get semester gifts from students?).
My end-of-the-semester tradition? I sleep for 12 hours straight.
This started in college. Once my finals were done, I would bid goodnight to my roommates and only emerge 12 hours later. In grad school, I would go home for the holidays for about a week. My family knew not to mock my excessive first night of sleep.
I thought this would change once I became a prof. On the contrary, it seems to have become even more of a necessity. N.A. thinks my semester's end pseudo-hibernation is cute. Bless him.
So I apologize if I don't get caught up on your wonderful blogs right now-- I've got some sleeping to do!
