I came back to Livejournal to read what I wrote almost 8 years ago in college. I sound so immature. But I have to give myself a break. I was only 21. And I was happy.
My father and I went to the hill this weekend. I had WAY too many essays to grade. I did not plan accordingly. Daisy is collapsed on the couch. My dad walked her and Molly to death. I just graded essays to death. Argh. Why did I not become a math teacher? I will say this, though. I graded them all!
I wouldn't say this to anyone I work with, but I love not having to float this year! It's great. It takes off a lot of stress. I don't feel guilty because I had to do it last year
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