Then, On Friday Night, When He Tried To Keep the Pace Going, The Pace Sought Revenge

I get up early and go at it. I come home and go at it. I plan ahead and go at it, and I even go at it in my sleep.

Friday nights, however, go after me.

As much as I thought I'd make it a late night to do end-of-the-semester grading (the first class), my brain simply stopped working. My nose stuffed up and my eyes got heavy. I tried to wake myself up by putting laundry away, but it just made me more tired. The boulders I keep pushing up the hill (the ones that usually roll back down) are falling on my head, so I gave in early.

Hello, Saturday morning. Let's see how productive we can be to get on top of the grading game. My goal is to be done with one class done so when the work of the second class arrives, I can get on top of it right away.

I can hear kids everywhere saying, "If you hate grading so much, then why do you assign the work?"
Trust me, kids. I often wonder that myself.

Actually, when the work is good (which it usually is) it is a pleasure to read. It's the knuckleheads that make the job most interesting - they're the ones I hate to grade.

In another department: I got a 30% Kohl's coupon just in time for the holidays. Hmmm. Now only to find the time to shop. Woot Woot.