A most sinister confession By this time each year, I have jotted down a list of students who have bugged me all year long. This year is no different, but I guess the good part is that my list gets shorter every year. Or maybe that’s bad because I learn to put up with more shit from students and parents each year.
Every year my grading standard become rather fluid around this time, too. Is it wrong to merely ballpark a kid’s grade without really reading his work? Does it matter if I don’t grade every damn assignment they turned in? Should I be assigning this much crap anyway? Does it really make a difference to anyone?
Tomorrow’s my last day of real teaching – next week we have semester exams . I think I can make it all the way through the day. Or at least til lunch – it’s pizza day.
La la la I don’t care anymore.