I've also been busting my ass to grade and have cleared the decks of a great deal. All that remains--
- 20 5-page papers on environmental footprints
- 30 5-paragraph essays on the ideal spouse
This is the time--*the time after really busting to get midterm grades in on time--that I want to treat myself to a break. The linen dress is calling. The hairpin shawl is calling. I could be researching nineteenth-century clothing, eighteenth-century dance. I could be dancing with the stars.
Grading is my least favorite part of my job.
*it turns out that the origin of the dash (--) comes from word "dash," as in "she dashed his brains in." Cool.