A Student Letter

I hate grading.  It's late, I'm exhausted, but I have a stack of about 80 notebooks to review before I'm allowed to sleep.  I just opened the first book and read this:

"Dear Emily,
I'm glad to become your student.  You are so beautiful and lovely.  I like you very much.  I had no confidence before.  But you like a sun and sunshine, let me have a little confidence."

Aww - I'm like sunshine!  How could I resist smiling at that?  Okay, I can do this.  79 to go...

The First Semester is OVER!

Yesterday I listened to 63 oral finals, calculated grades and had got authorization from my team leader.  (Excel and I have a love/hate relationship going on.)  This morning I entered the grades into the computer, and this afternoon I signed the final copies in the secretary's office.  FREEDOM!!!

I had a chance for an hour-long post-lunch nap, and I took it.  Every time I sleep, I dream.  In today's episode, I was inside an excel spreadsheet and each cell was bordered with eight feet of beige curtains like the ones in my bedroom.  Two Nazgûl were each confined in a cell, and I had to quickly cut, copy, and paste them into the appropriate row so I could capture all 12 before they could realize what was happening and chop me down with their giant black swords.  


Grading is stressful.


Clearly my subconscious is telling me it's time to go see 'The Hobbit.'  I'm so excited to finally get some free time!  I'm going to be changing up a few things on my blog.  There should be updates fairly soon!