Writing From the Deepest, Darkest Pits...
...of GRADING HELL.
Oh yes folks, it's that wonderful time of the semester: the last week of school. And guess what I am doing? Trying to bury myself out from the huge stack o'shit papers. I am looking at my calender of hell and discover that I have...hmmm...let's see...fourteen more assignments to grade. Oh joy. Thankfully only four of them include term papers. The rest are just rewrites or short writing assignments.
Currently I am giving my brain a rest before it revolts and leaves on me. Nobody truly understands the horrors a teacher goes through this time of year. Case in point: I was told from a very early age that if you do not understand a word, go look it up in the dictionary. Now I realize that my vocabulary leaves something to be desired but I am always trying to improve myself. My students do not understand that concept. If you do not understand what the word "procreation" means in my question about how it is important to Xenophon's analysis of the Spartan constitution...well, LOOK IT UP. Don't try to bullshit me. I am sorry, but Xenophon's hatred of Athenian democracy has nothing to do with the way Spartans make babies!!!! I got FOUR answers saying that. *starts to bang head on desk*
On to a lighter, slightly less painful note...last weekend (and hence the reason why I'm so far behind on grading) I was subjected to my entire family at my cousin's weddings. Joy. I love my family. However, I find that the only time I actually drink alcohol any more is when I'm around them, and it's usually in large quantities. Hmmm. I wonder why? My parents stayed here on Friday, then we had to deal with family get togethers on Saturday (those are truly evil things), and the wedding on Sunday. I think I consumed more alcohol over the weekend than I have in the past two years. :P
My mom looks good considering she is worrying herself sick. She is having her surgery next Tuesday. She is nervous but she really is in good hands. The doctor she is seeing is one of the best in the country.
My dad, as always, was great. It really is hysterical how he has two different personalities: one with my mom and one without. My mother has a very domineering personality and she definitely wears the pants in that relationship (think of Greg's parents in Dharma & Greg). My dad on his own though is a pisser. I never realized this until I went to college and he sat down with me one day to just talk. He's a very intelligent guy with a dry sense of humor and he loves making fun of my mom whenever he can. :)
The highlight of the whole weekend was seeing my adorable four year old niece. OMG! She is the cutest thing! When I saw her on Saturday she went "Auntie Kitty!" and ran to give me a huge hug. I think that alone made up for all the torture of the weekend.
Did I mention one of my cousins (not the one who got married) is a pimp and a drug dealer in a country where it's legal? That was something I never wanted to know. And you thought your family was fucked up. LOL.
On a not so happy note, I got the results of my most recent MRI. Somehow I managed to put a small tear into the anterior talofibular ligament in my injured foot. How? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know it is four more weeks in the Boot From Hell. Joy.
On that note...it's back into the slave mines of the analysis of Spartan childbirth.
Oh yes folks, it's that wonderful time of the semester: the last week of school. And guess what I am doing? Trying to bury myself out from the huge stack o'
Currently I am giving my brain a rest before it revolts and leaves on me. Nobody truly understands the horrors a teacher goes through this time of year. Case in point: I was told from a very early age that if you do not understand a word, go look it up in the dictionary. Now I realize that my vocabulary leaves something to be desired but I am always trying to improve myself. My students do not understand that concept. If you do not understand what the word "procreation" means in my question about how it is important to Xenophon's analysis of the Spartan constitution...well, LOOK IT UP. Don't try to bullshit me. I am sorry, but Xenophon's hatred of Athenian democracy has nothing to do with the way Spartans make babies!!!! I got FOUR answers saying that. *starts to bang head on desk*
On to a lighter, slightly less painful note...last weekend (and hence the reason why I'm so far behind on grading) I was subjected to my entire family at my cousin's weddings. Joy. I love my family. However, I find that the only time I actually drink alcohol any more is when I'm around them, and it's usually in large quantities. Hmmm. I wonder why? My parents stayed here on Friday, then we had to deal with family get togethers on Saturday (those are truly evil things), and the wedding on Sunday. I think I consumed more alcohol over the weekend than I have in the past two years. :P
My mom looks good considering she is worrying herself sick. She is having her surgery next Tuesday. She is nervous but she really is in good hands. The doctor she is seeing is one of the best in the country.
My dad, as always, was great. It really is hysterical how he has two different personalities: one with my mom and one without. My mother has a very domineering personality and she definitely wears the pants in that relationship (think of Greg's parents in Dharma & Greg). My dad on his own though is a pisser. I never realized this until I went to college and he sat down with me one day to just talk. He's a very intelligent guy with a dry sense of humor and he loves making fun of my mom whenever he can. :)
The highlight of the whole weekend was seeing my adorable four year old niece. OMG! She is the cutest thing! When I saw her on Saturday she went "Auntie Kitty!" and ran to give me a huge hug. I think that alone made up for all the torture of the weekend.
Did I mention one of my cousins (not the one who got married) is a pimp and a drug dealer in a country where it's legal? That was something I never wanted to know. And you thought your family was fucked up. LOL.
On a not so happy note, I got the results of my most recent MRI. Somehow I managed to put a small tear into the anterior talofibular ligament in my injured foot. How? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know it is four more weeks in the Boot From Hell. Joy.
On that note...it's back into the slave mines of the analysis of Spartan childbirth.
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