I also am so glad that you are using my bookshelves! All my books here are in boxes designed to look like bookshelves when piled atop crappy wooden TV tables from the side of the road.
Today I started moving to the third floor. It's way better up there. The light distribution is better. The walls are better. The toilet is the funniest part. The first floor bathroom is slanty, but the third floor is hillarious. When you're sitting on the pot, your knees are almost eye level with your forehead.
A bunch of grad students are officially helping me move Saturday. Until then I have a million and one (21) student conferences. Some asked what we were going to do for a whole 20 minutes and I said, talk. To which they were said that they were uncertain what they'd say, at which point I explained that if they had nothing to say they could show up, say hi to me, and go home. I'm not battling this one.
I also encouraged them to bring snacks (for me of course) to their conferences. A few days ago we went on a "field trip" to the writing center. They were so hyped about it, mainly because I told them in advance that it was a field trip, but I didn't name the destination. They were nearly hysterical with excitement by the end of class.
All I told them was that they should pack canteens of water, wear sensible shoes, and bring snacks for the class. (And for me in particular. "Teachers LOVE Snacks!" I said!) I was hoping for a little pyramid of brownies and pie on my "desk" when I walked in, but there was nothing, until someone sneered, "Greg brought you potato chips!" I wasn't sure at that point if they were serious, but I decided to go with it. "Pass those chips up!" I shouted, and then they were mine, even if Greg intended the chips to be a mere prop/joke. (Although I think he was semi serious about it, because he seems to really like me.)
I'm hoping for more snacks tomorrow. I told them that I would be hungry in my office all day.