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Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
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ALL MY LITTLE STACKS OF PAPER ARE SORTED AND SCORED.
ALL.
IT IS FINISHED.
Until, that is, tomorrow morning at 9am when I give a final exam, and there will be a fresh new stack delivered unto me. And another on Wednesday. And Thursday.
<weeps quietly in the corner>
I am now getting off the internet. I will not get back on until these two big stacks of exams are completely graded and entered into my gradebook, which I’m hoping will get me free this afternoon.
One more class hour to go, and it’s a review. Then a unit exam on Thursday, a unit exam in another class on Friday, a final exam next Wednesday and one last final on the Thursday after that, which means I’m substituting hours of lecture prep for days and days of non-stop grading. I may have to rethink my syllabi in the future to avoid this last-week crush of tests, because grading exams is my very least favorite thing about teaching.
Can I just give them all a C and pretend I read their work? That would be fair, wouldn’t it?
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I haven’t been slacking — next week is the last week of classes, and everything is coming due. I just got a stack of lab reports to grade by Monday; I’m giving a lab final next week; I’m giving two unit tests at the end of the week. The students are freaking out a little bit, realizing that all their sins are coming home to roost and they only have a few shots at redemption. So it’s going to be a crazy week and a half.
James Watson’s Nobel medal sold for more than expected. He’s very happy.
After the sale, he said: “I’m very pleased. It’s more money than I expected to give to charity.”
I’m about to go off to the local clinic for a visit with a specialist, who’s going to figure out all the things wrong with me. It could take days, weeks, or months, who knows…but if I don’t make it back this afternoon, just figure I gave up and have donated my body to science.
That went unexpectedly well. I’m in good shape, the infection that was making me miserable is clearing up, I’m not getting shipped off to the body farm just yet.
