Even though it’s break, J and I are still burried under mountains of papers. These give the Himalayas a run for their money. I’m so tired of student essays.
I thought that the fact that I was leaving the teaching profession soon would make me enjoy the papers more this semester, but the fact is, grading papers is the most odious part of teaching composition. It takes hours; it hurts my hands; it’s as boring as boring can be. Bleh. I’m sorry to complain so much, it’s just that I got up early to do papers, and I just don’t want to. Not one bit.