The Red Pen Blues
Well, my plan to take a mental health day last Friday was thwarted by a freak snow/ice storm Thursday evening, resulting in most of the area schools to have a snow day. March certainly came in like a lion this year. Rootin' for the lamb to do its thing at the end of the month.
So, with my extra day of freedom, why do I still have a monster stack of papers to grade? Because just looking at the stack exhausts me. Because I know that when I get to certain students' papers, I will hang my head in frustration and wonder what the hell goes through their minds some days. Because I hate grading papers.
Sometimes I play a game where I look at a student's name before I tally their scores and predict what their grade will be. I'm usually right. If I'm not it's either because the kid was having an "off" day, to either positive or negative results; or because the test I've given is not so good, or I haven't covered the material adequately. Sometimes it's a combination of all.Which is why I have to grade papers. And I hate it.
In May, I won't care, though. Because in May, Mr. T and I are going here. The girls will go to Camp Grandma and we will make a little weekend out of it in the Windy City.