Mike is busy this weekend working on a custom furniture order. He is outside working his fanny off. Well, he is figuratively working his fanny off – as he really has a fairly limited fanny. I wonder it that was a pun – figuratively working one’s fanny off – it seems like a pun. I will have to ask the award winning punster in my class this semester – Paul – if that is indeed a pun. He is my pun expert these days as they roll off his tongue like pick-up lines roll off the tongues on over-tanned middle-aged single men in California bars (not sure where that came from – perhaps some residual bitterness from my Cali days?).
Anyway, the point is Mike is outside doing his thing and I am inside blowing my nose and plodding along. I feel a little pathetic and useless in my current state. I have been trying to grade today as the never-ending stack never quite seems to go down. I caught myself wondering if I was a kinder or a less kind grader when I was feeling under the weather. I think when I am not feeling 100% I am less focused and therefore, less able to grade critically; hence, I am a kinder, gentler grader.
I surmise that should students learn of this fact, they will actively transmit disease to me. Okay, maybe that is a bit of a conspiracy theory stretch. Or not. I do have some evil geniuses that might just ponder the strategy.
I could just choose not to grade while I feel like this, but then the pile just gets higher. There is a direct correlation between my blood pressure and my grading stack. I think to myself every single time I look at the pile that I need to reconsider my aversion to multiple choice tests. My life would be so much easier if I didn’t give assignments that only I can grade. Alas, that ship has sailed this semester, so I am off to make my mark on the world – even if it is a kinder, gentler mark. 😉
Day one thousand three hundred and eighty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da