I’m supposed to be grading my 11th grade British literature exam—all essay.  There are 30 of them.  I’ve graded two.  It’s not even that difficult, yet here I sit: typing on my blog about grading.  Not actually grading the exam, just…typing about it. 

Tomorrow: The exams will be graded, I’ll enter them on the computer.  After the 8th grade graduation.  After I actually get off of here and grade the stupid things.  After I clean up enough to find a public place to grade where I won’t be distracted by things like typing on my blog. 

This post is about NOTHING.  Thanks for reading. 

AuthorBeth Ables