Feeling Romantic? I Am

Well, Romantic in the British poetry sense. I've been working on a paper that has to do with Shelley, his time in Dublin, and a poem he wrote "On Robert Emmet's tomb." Kind of interesting, but I'm running out of steam for the semester. Like an idiot, I told my students I would have their research papers back to them by Monday. I haven't graded a single one yet. Friday night I have an awards dinner that I'm going to with Josh, a First Year Composition party afterwards (where Josh tells me I'm to be his DD); Saturday I'm going to Chicago to see Erasure (yay, 80s synthesizer music...I hope they play two of my favorite songs they've covered: ABBA's "Take a Chance on Me" and the Weather Girls' "Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! (A Man After Midnight)"). But that doesn't leave me for much time to grade and I'm a grading turtle! I hope it gets easier when I get to design my own assignments, syllabus, due dates, etc.