|Papers, papers everywhere, / Alas my brain did shrink, /|
Papers, papers everywhere, / and not enough red ink.
(Ok, ok, so I don't actually use red ink, but I had to think of something).
I really dislike the grading of the papers. I don't mind giving concentrated feedback on writing assignments in hopes of making students better writers. I actually love walking into the classroom every day and talking about books and what makes a piece of writing (from Marlowe's Dr. Faustus to the latest editorial in the Post-Gazette) compelling. But there is something so emotionally and physically draining about the process of grading the papers that I sometimes find myself with the attention span of a two-year-old who has to decide between watching Umizoomi, playing with Play-Doh, blowing bubbles, or riding her tricycle. Big decisions.
The papers have all been graded (until I get my stack of Final Project rough drafts tomorrow). I just have to enter the grades. And what am I doing? Writing this blog post. Hmmmmm..... ~ Alice
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