Ah, only 1/2 to go....
My grading is going well this evening. I have only one half of the first reads left to go, and I have completed the rest of the papers. Now, of course, that still leaves 12 first reads, at about twenty minutes a shot. That's about 4 hours of hell waiting for me tomorrow after church. And I mean hell.
These poor children are a different breed from last year's crop. Last year, the poor dears couldn't manage to write more than 1000 words on this particular draft, and so they missed a lot of the criteria. Not in depth enough, and all that crap. Now, that took some time to address, naturally, since we graders have to give the kids a blow-by-blow of why their papers sucked. This year, the shortest 2.3 I've seen (and had the privilege of reading first) was about 1200. This is what they were supposed to write, mind, so it isn't too bad. The problem is, I've only seen five of those. The rest are up in the 2000 level. And the real kicker is that they still miss the criteria for not discussing stuff enough. They have transition paragraphs instead of sentences, and the criteria they do meet is often met incorrectly. So not only does it take a lot longer to read the drafts, but I still have to give a blow-by-blow of why and how they sucked. And these ones are really sucky.
But that's okay. I can knock them out quicker if I do a crap job on them, if it comes to that.
Monday, E and I are heading away from Dirt Town. Far away. We'll spend the night in NM. Then the whole day Tuesday, that night, and most of Wednesday. It'll be so exciting. I'll have lots of pictures to post.
Given our collective car trouble throughout the semesters we've been here, we are going to pose on the side of certain attractions (population signs, long stretch of desert, etc.) by the car. The hood will be up, we will take turns looking confused and frustrated, and then we will start driving again. These lovely little post cards will make their way into Mr. Testosterone's hands, and we'll all have a laugh. E's car, by the way, finished its last inspection today, and is a perfectly healthy specimen of Volvo. So our pictures should all be jokes.
That's about all tonight. I have an early morning, and I need to rest up if I'm going to give lucid comments tomorrow.
Yea fun!
By the way, I highly encourage you all to go out and rent I Heart Huckabees. It’s … a lot of things. Basically, there are these existential detectives, and they solve … well, nothing, really, but … Hell. Just watch it. You’ll understand. Actually, you won’t, but that’s just what you will understand. That you truly don’t understand, can never understand, because there is nothing to be understood. Except the sheet.
SHRUG
End.
These poor children are a different breed from last year's crop. Last year, the poor dears couldn't manage to write more than 1000 words on this particular draft, and so they missed a lot of the criteria. Not in depth enough, and all that crap. Now, that took some time to address, naturally, since we graders have to give the kids a blow-by-blow of why their papers sucked. This year, the shortest 2.3 I've seen (and had the privilege of reading first) was about 1200. This is what they were supposed to write, mind, so it isn't too bad. The problem is, I've only seen five of those. The rest are up in the 2000 level. And the real kicker is that they still miss the criteria for not discussing stuff enough. They have transition paragraphs instead of sentences, and the criteria they do meet is often met incorrectly. So not only does it take a lot longer to read the drafts, but I still have to give a blow-by-blow of why and how they sucked. And these ones are really sucky.
But that's okay. I can knock them out quicker if I do a crap job on them, if it comes to that.
Monday, E and I are heading away from Dirt Town. Far away. We'll spend the night in NM. Then the whole day Tuesday, that night, and most of Wednesday. It'll be so exciting. I'll have lots of pictures to post.
Given our collective car trouble throughout the semesters we've been here, we are going to pose on the side of certain attractions (population signs, long stretch of desert, etc.) by the car. The hood will be up, we will take turns looking confused and frustrated, and then we will start driving again. These lovely little post cards will make their way into Mr. Testosterone's hands, and we'll all have a laugh. E's car, by the way, finished its last inspection today, and is a perfectly healthy specimen of Volvo. So our pictures should all be jokes.
That's about all tonight. I have an early morning, and I need to rest up if I'm going to give lucid comments tomorrow.
Yea fun!
By the way, I highly encourage you all to go out and rent I Heart Huckabees. It’s … a lot of things. Basically, there are these existential detectives, and they solve … well, nothing, really, but … Hell. Just watch it. You’ll understand. Actually, you won’t, but that’s just what you will understand. That you truly don’t understand, can never understand, because there is nothing to be understood. Except the sheet.
SHRUG
End.
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