I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
I will not kill my students.
Sigh. I have so many freakin' essays left to grade!
Maybe I could just kill the ones whose essays I haven't graded yet...?
5 comments:
I feel you.
And my WV is "uninge," which is a coincidence, because I think that I've become a little uninged myself this week.
Well, it would totally solve all future job search hopes and grading despair.
There's something to be said for that.
But as a returned Peace Corps volunteer, I have to say, I much prefer my violence purely on stage.
I feel your pain. Wouldn't it be easier if they all plagiarized, and then you could just hand out big, fat Fs all over the place? (Come to think of it, I shouldn't have complained so much about plagiarism! Less to grade!!)
Are you SURE you don't want to kill your students? :)
Arbitrista, don't be a tempter!
It's not so much the grading, more that as they get stressed and tired out they regress and act more and more like high-schoolers, and my squirreliest class is also the last one of the day, when I have already worn down my patience.
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