[Sung to the tune of "rawhide"]
Grading, grading, grading,
Let's keep them papers grading,
grading, grading, grading, away!
Write 'em up, move 'em out, roll 'em up, send 'em in,
Write 'em up, move 'em out, grading!
It's blood and sweat and typos,
It's rolling, dangling participos,
It's incomplete sentencos, grading!
Write 'em up, move 'em out, roll 'em up, send 'em in,
Write 'em up, move 'em out, grading!
Happy to be here after a rough first week of classes. Martin Luther King, I am eternally grateful for you having been born in early January. No class until Wednesday! I think mainly the teaching is what's exhausting me. I can handle taking several classes, but teaching them truly wears on my soul.
That said, I think I'm becoming a better teacher--more demanding of my students, but more understanding of what they're going through.
All seems condemned in the long run to approximate a state akin to Gaussian noise. -- James Martin