Last night was my last class of the semester. Or, at least, the last class of mine this semester -- I agreed to guest lecture in Mr. Squirrel's class tonight while he leaves for his job interview.

I forgot last night was the last class. How lame is that? They've generally been a very good class, and I didn't say a word to them about the semester overall. May have to write a nice email, encouraging them to continue what they're doing. Two of the six ended up being slackers, but the other four were always prepared and very into the readings.

So, tonight, I go into a three-hour night class with absolutely nothing prepared to say. Even though that's okay - the alternative was cancelling the class - I still have a little wobbly feeling in my stomach.

It doesn't help that it's snowing, and that I don't have my snow tires on the car, and that it's a 45 minute drive on icy roads... Ack!