How did this happen? It's now officially the last week of classes. Yikes! In minutes I will be lugging a pile of student papers downstairs, to emerge again....when?
At least they're all very good (honors class), and I can cheer myself knowing it's my last stack of papers of the semester (obviously not counting all of the poetry portfolios), but I still want to go back to bed and forget all about papers. My grading secret of many years past is no longer feasible; gummy worms en masse, I just can't stomach 'em, but they really used to give me a boost. You can only eat so many Fig Newtons before feeling like the grit queen.
Would anyone else like to borrow my student-paper-burying shovel when I'm done?