As of noon today, I have maintained a perfect record of submitting my grade rolls within 5 minutes of the deadline every semester this year. This may be a good indicator of the level of stress created by my mother/teacher life. Or just a sign that I am as much of a procrastinator as I was when I was a student and sitting on the other end of those grades.
In my own defense, I was pretty busy the week before Christmas and had no time – or desire – to finish grading final exams. So I set them aside and wound up spending most of the day yesterday and well into the wee hours of the morning getting them done. I can tell I’ve aged a bit since my student days because I’m wiped out today from the sleep-deprivation. In my golden years I could have simply downed a Coke and been good to go. But now I’m an old lady and 3 hours of sleep just doesn’t do it for me.
Well at least the grades are done and I can start worrying about next semester, which starts in a week. And I did have a few laughs in the middle of the night when I came across little gems like this one in a student essay: “The turning point was World War I. This was almost the same as the French Revolution but slightly different.”
Maybe it was funnier at 2 am. But since I’m running on fumes today, it still amuses me.