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.