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It Is Done.

Scoop out my eyes. They're useless now that I've finished marking.

(Which is not to say the assignments were bad, because they weren't. For the most part, I found much to encouraged by. It's just that reading forty six short stories, each at three to four thousand plus (and I suspect that a bunch clocked in at five), in the space of a week, and commenting on each, is just one of those things people were not meant to do.)


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Jul. 1st, 2004 05:29 am (UTC)


*comfortingly pats your shiny bald head*

There, there...

Jul. 1st, 2004 04:36 pm (UTC)
because i still have my eyes, i should point out that my head is not shiny today. it's stubbly.

but thank you anyhow.
Jul. 1st, 2004 06:18 am (UTC)
heh. Become a fanfic reader and learn to pace yourself and have no social life.
Jul. 1st, 2004 04:38 pm (UTC)
i have no social life already. i remember vagely having one, or might be getting that confused with a story i wrote had one...
Jul. 1st, 2004 06:33 am (UTC)
Having just undergone a similar ordeal, I feel your pain. Really.

Drinks are on me.
Jul. 1st, 2004 04:40 pm (UTC)
i want a bottle of mescal. just attach it to my throat, please.
Jul. 1st, 2004 11:59 am (UTC)
As a teacher, I know how much that really does suck.

However, I assume that each story was different.

I correct the same 12 algebra problems or the same 8 history questions each night. For five different classes. For an entire school year.

It's a wonder I haven't snapped yet.

Jul. 1st, 2004 04:40 pm (UTC)
...so, like, people keep firearms away from you, yeah?
Jul. 1st, 2004 10:55 pm (UTC)
Some have tried.
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