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pedagoggling in horror
Saturday, 3 November 2007 03:52 pmBeing completely unable to put it off any longer, I have eaten half a pack of Tim Tams and marked two and a half Honours dissertations. I knew it all along: the problem was insufficient chocolate. (The half essay is because I found the damned thing was missing two pages just before the end. I'm too embarrassed to get hold of the student and demand them, as this will entail revealing that I've left the marking of her essay until absolutely the last minute despite having had the wretched thing for over a week. Am considering faking it from her last draft. Or, possibly, writing them myself.)
I have also actually perused my diary for next week, revealing that in addition to the last two Honours dissertations to do before Monday, I need to mark fifteen second-year essays on H. G. Wells and 119 exams on Frankenstein before Tuesday morning. Since there are not actually enough hours in that period to achieve the above, I may be screwed.
It is remotely possible that the failure of tertiary institutions in this peninsula to gainfully employ me according to my deserts is causing a certain amount of resistance to this marking business.
Last Night I Dreamed: I was back in undergrad, occupying a shared res room constructed in my current office. A mad stalkery guy was stalking us. This was alarming, causing me to try and hide in the cupboard, which turned out to be infested with mice both large and small.
I have also actually perused my diary for next week, revealing that in addition to the last two Honours dissertations to do before Monday, I need to mark fifteen second-year essays on H. G. Wells and 119 exams on Frankenstein before Tuesday morning. Since there are not actually enough hours in that period to achieve the above, I may be screwed.
It is remotely possible that the failure of tertiary institutions in this peninsula to gainfully employ me according to my deserts is causing a certain amount of resistance to this marking business.
Last Night I Dreamed: I was back in undergrad, occupying a shared res room constructed in my current office. A mad stalkery guy was stalking us. This was alarming, causing me to try and hide in the cupboard, which turned out to be infested with mice both large and small.
