Last night Nina read and graded and ran the calculator for sixty students. Twenty-four of them hate her this morning because they failed their English class. Right now Nina is in Soho reading portfolios for a class called "Effective Commnication." She cannot communicate (effectively) with anyone about anything else (that would include emails and phone calls, just to be clear) until she finishes reading these portfolios and running the calculator explaining to people why "frikkin'" is unacceptable* in college writing (even though it is a step up from "fucking.")
Nina will post again in the usual manner when this debauch of grading is over. Etc.
*When Nina's stress level is unacceptable she refers to herself in the third person because that way it seems like all the sleeplessness and sugar-eating and frikkin terrible essays are happening to someone else.