I have been grading one class of personal narrative essays for over an hour. This is the one area of teaching English in which I can't find any joy. I love reading the essays, but I don't like grading them. The end of the first marking period is on Friday, and I have a stack of essays at my feet that I can't seem to pick back up. I was on a roll, but now I am at a standstill. Ten essays are left in one class and then three full classes remain. Oh, how I wish I had a magic grading genie.
I guess I shouldn't have slept the day away yesterday.