I am procrastinating now. My grades are due for the second marking quarter this Friday and there is still a stack of research papers needing my red pen's flare piled on my desk. I just can't seem to find the grading-drive right now. I just completed flaring a huge pile of Midterm Exams (which my scholars performed well on for the most part), and the drive has exited my entire being. Maybe on the MARC I can knock some out, or maybe I will fall asleep.
Sleeping on the way home is a newfound joy. I like commuting on the train, for its gentle rock ebbs me to dreamland with ease. The regular conductor, Mark, rouses me at Penn Station and we gently smile each other a good night. But, grading papers produces no such ease. Grading is undoubtedly the most dreadful part of a teacher's job. At my ambitious school teachers design their curriculum basically from stratch, teach multiple classes a day containing non-tracked scholars, incorporate public policy into daily lesson plans, meet with colleagues to collaborate, attend meetings on the regular, and then ARE EXPECTED TO GRADE EVERYTHING in a timely manner. This is not out-of-the-ordinary and I don't want to come across as negative towards my challenging job, but my MUST BE DONE by FRIDAY TO DO LIST is daunting and has me cringing constantly.
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