and that is grading papers. I know, I've gone on this rant several times, but I can't help it. I actually don't mind teaching. I like it. One of my students told me this week, "Wow, this was a great class!" and it totally made my day. But I hate grading papers. Especially compositions. Waaah! I've procrastinated to the point where I'm down to the wire (surprise, surprise). I've GOT to get them graded tonight. However, reflecting on my paper grading aversion brings to mind other things I absolutely despise doing:1. Turning people down because I'm just not that into them.
2. Accidentally scratching the blackboard while writing with an uber-short piece of chalk.
3. Swallowing a gulp of expired milk.
4. Sweating.
5. Having to confront people about things.
6. Burning something I was really looking forward to eating.
All right. I can think of many other things, but that's enough.
On a random note, I've fallen even more in love with my golden boy professor. He's got a bit of cocky swagger, and he has every right to because he is literally a genius. Today he announced that he was going to refer to a paper he had written in undergrad about a work we were reading in our class during the discussion. I offhandedly asked him (in Spanish) what grade he made on it. He smiled, leaned over and said (in Spanish), "What do you think I made on it?" My heart skipped a beat. Why did I think that was sexy? I am SUCH a nerd.
And I'm really trying to practice non-overanalysis. Honest. But I can't help but ask what it means if someone sends you a picture of himself to ask what you think of his new haircut?
2 comments:
you prob already know this, but always give them back at the end of class. you can even tell your students you are willing to discuss grades by email within 24 hours. (in case there is anyone contesting their grade). I always tried to grade 6, and then take a break. you have too, or you will give everyone low grades. good luck. i feel your pain.
You know what's weird about me? I will complain and procrastinate and drag it out and pout and sulk about having to do something, but then when the times comes where it absolutely HAS to get done, I magically do it.
I did a few last night, then got up really bright and early this morning, brewed a pot of coffee, and got to work.
When I finished I was all proud of myself and thought, "That wasn't so bad. Why didn't I just do it earlier?"
Yet, the procrastinatory cycle goes on.
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