A Note to My Future Self:
May. 24th, 2012 10:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
corrielleDear Future Corri,
When students begin to hand in essays in the coming semesters, and you start feeling overwhelmed, like you can't possibly spread out the work and fit in six or seven essays each day on top of all of the other preparation you have to do and hours you have to spend in the classroom, remember this: You just graded upwards of sixty final essay drafts in a forty-eight hour period. While still teaching and prepping for two classes. With a deadly sore throat for half the time. If you can pull that off, you can darn well get off your rear end and grade six or seven essays in a day. Get out of bed. Don't go on tumblr, and frickin grade. It will make your life easier, and it will keep you from having to do this again. Because while it is possible, it is not fun. And the stress of having to grade two classes of final essays in two days is probably part of the reason that your tonsils feel like they're the size of grapefruit right about now.
Love,
Your "End of Spring Semester 2012" Self
When students begin to hand in essays in the coming semesters, and you start feeling overwhelmed, like you can't possibly spread out the work and fit in six or seven essays each day on top of all of the other preparation you have to do and hours you have to spend in the classroom, remember this: You just graded upwards of sixty final essay drafts in a forty-eight hour period. While still teaching and prepping for two classes. With a deadly sore throat for half the time. If you can pull that off, you can darn well get off your rear end and grade six or seven essays in a day. Get out of bed. Don't go on tumblr, and frickin grade. It will make your life easier, and it will keep you from having to do this again. Because while it is possible, it is not fun. And the stress of having to grade two classes of final essays in two days is probably part of the reason that your tonsils feel like they're the size of grapefruit right about now.
Love,
Your "End of Spring Semester 2012" Self