Too busy admiring the vast piles of completed grading on my desk. It’s like my little conquered empire.
Pharyngula
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Too busy admiring the vast piles of completed grading on my desk. It’s like my little conquered empire.
Do you ever give out non-standard grades, as a ‘social experiment’? When I was a TA, I wanted to give people grades of L, or Water, just to see if it would induce palpitations. It seemed like an unnecessarily mean thing to do, so I didn’t.
I did let people know how much time was left for their exams using a sexagenary system of rodeo rides. So, 120 rodeo rides meant 16 minutes left, 60 rodeo rides meant 80 minutes left. This is Alberta after all, and the course was human geography, so I would have given it a rational if anybody had called me on it.
Congratulations, PZ!
*Envy* I have piles of unmarked ones. Largely electronic format so far but…
It’d be quicker if you were one of those “burn everything to the ground” conquerors.
Are you running little cars in between the piles and making the “brrrrmmm brrrrmmm” noise? I don’t think I could resist doing that, myself.*
*Probably why ledasmom is not a professor, among other reasons.
Part of the charm of these piles is that I will return them, they will disappear, and then another set of stacks will appear, dreadfully, next week. I have to savor the few moments before futility sets in again.
Distilled from the tears and the shattered psyches of hundreds of once bright-eyed young students. For shame, PZ!
;-)
They shouldn’t cry, the average was a 77%, so sort of C+ish. That’s still a good grade nowadays, right?
PZ, you stated clearly that you “Can’t Write”.
Clearly, though, you have, in fact written.
Ergo: You are an evil liar: elevators/Pepper/GamingFeminazi/Watson/SJW/clickbait.
What did I win?
If there’s an extra/omitted comma in my previous post, please distribute it as you see fit.
“When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer.”
Clearly, he wasn’t a teacher.
Next time, throw them down the stairs. The ones that land near the top get an A, the next tier gets a B, and so on.
Since you’re so far ahead of me, I’ll be shipping some stacks of my unfinished marking to you. Thanks for volunteering!
The Omnipotent Skeptic has spoken!
One of the beauties of being a substitute teacher is having to leave the grading, sometimes. I left two stacks of doubtful tests about the Sumerians, and one folder of truly horrible “friendly letters”, and I just went on home and took a nap.
It was a nice nap. How ya doin’, PZ? :)