Well, almost, anyway. This point in the semester is actually a bit of a lull, if anything--the graduate students are doing oral presentations and I've got one-on-one meetings with the freshmen. The final round of grading doesn't hit until the week of the thirteenth, what with papers from all three courses and one final exam. Ergo, this holiday weekend will be devoted mainly to Lollards (Victorian take thereon) and the Victorian survey's supply of rough drafts.
Speaking of the Victorian survey, we hit an unexpected speed bump: Dante Gabriel Rossetti's "Jenny." It took us 1 1/2 classes to work our way through it--which, while great in one sense (hey, look at how closely my students are reading!), was not so great in another (um, wait, my syllabus just died). Alas, out goes my favorite Victorian gross-out poem, A. C. Swinburne's "The Leper," and, along with it, Amy Levy's "Xantippe." (I think I'm going to resuscitate the Swinburne as an essay question on the final exam, though.) Worse still, after all that "research," I won't be able to show The Pirates of Penzance. Sheesh! Maybe next time.