What's worse: actually losing the confidential record sheets of twenty-five students, or merely spending four or five hours believing you have lost them, wasting a lot of time walking around the university guiltily looking in every place you think they could possibly be, and eventually despairingly going through the folder once more and realising you didn't lose them in the first place?
When I thought they were lost and I was walking around looking for them I made a lot of plans: how I was going to try to cover it up by forging student handwriting on a complete new set, how I was going to confess and go around for th rest of the semester with a scarlet "L" stitched to my front, how I would never again take record sheets out of my office (forgetting that they're used at every tutorial), how I would while away the dark hours of horrified insomnia waiting for me.
I think my record maintaining and document safekeeping (as far as teaching stuff is concerned) is pretty good. I have procedures for keeping things together, safe, and in order, instituted after a previous losing something critical incident that I seem to have conveniently repressed clear recollections of - I only remember it was incredibly horrendous and it had something to do with Mildura teaching. I doubt I blogged about it at the time - my very dear reader, you do know that I refrain from blogging about my actual genuine stuffups, I take it ;)
So when I thought my record sheets were not in the folder I expected them to be in it's telling that I didn't just look again, harder, and assumed they were missing. I'm not actually losing my grip yet, I only feel like it's about to happen at any moment.
Madly hanging out for the semester break the week after next.