"What's that, Lassie?
Dr. Curmudgeon's trapped under a pile of grading?
We'd better get the sheriff!"
Oh, if only help would come. Don't worry, gentle readers, I've not forgotten about you. I'm just buried under 25+ proposals for undergraduate capstone projects. If I make it out alive, maybe I'll tell you about them, and I'll definitely need to talk about applying for jobs.
And if I don't, then screw you, U.S. Department of Education - you'll never get my loan debt!
My emotions around work
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if things get too bad you can borrow my standard backup plan: fake your own death!
September 19, 2007 at 1:26 PMI'd thought of that, but the trouble is that I'm running out of good aliases. Where's Zach Power when you need him anyway?
September 20, 2007 at 9:25 AMholy crap! i was remembering good ol' zach just last night. i can't believe you brought that up!
September 20, 2007 at 4:41 PMBased on my conversations with various professors, it seems grading is the least favorite part of their job.
September 20, 2007 at 5:41 PMIs this true for you? What's your favorite part of your job?
Hm. That's a question that deserves more thought than a quick comment (and should probably be a thread all its own). I'll make sure to come back to it as a post at some point - or to at least dodge it a bit more thoughtfully.
September 21, 2007 at 3:57 PMPost a Comment