I graded 41 essays. I’m BLIND.
"Well, what else is there to be said about marijuana?" = MY BRAIN, my brain is DEAD.
But then I got amazingly well written statements like, “From the moments shackles were placed upon their wrists, enduring hard and cumbersome generations of pain as human work horses, a handhold of opportunity presented itself to slaves; The Civil War.”
You can always tell when a kid writes an essay the night before it’s due.
Forgetting to read and just relying on spell check: “The power of all 4 numbs was intense; those who built them regretted it for the rest of their lives.” They meant bombs.
Using all caps to make a point, in this case, the word, “DON’T”. So, “DON’T” grade this not-so-nicely? “DON’T” you forget about me? I am not quite sure.
And then of course the 2 page papers that should really be like 4-6 pages long.
A pile of bad things:
There is not enough time for ANYTHING. ANYTHING.
Everyone, everyone hates copiers. Find me one person who likes them and I would be amazed.
Realizing that everyone has the same stupid scratch and cut on their hand from battling said copier is sort of hilarious and messed up in the head.
Day 2 of no student assistant. Again. Noes.
Kids are starting to get into the “meh, I don’t wanna” phase in some classes.
A pile of good things:
Not receiving a nickname as of yet.
"Miss, you look like the TARDIS!" "That was my intention, w00t."
"Miss, I know you think that you lost the battle with your hair this morning (I totally did), but I think it looks awesome!"
"Miss, there is a student who looks EXACTLY like you, and I started asking her about my missing work and she was all, WTF? And then I was like all embarrassed, yeah."
Naming something that I barely comprehend called Pittens.
Getting the fancy white elephant gift to work and everyone cracking jokes at it for being too quiet - henceforth not calming enough, henceforth, not doing it’s job. You had one job, water fountain, and YOU FAILED.
Diffused a possible fight in the hallway with extreme awkwardness, and it was awesome.
Got my student away from the other one calmly, and then went back to the other students and asked if she needed a hug “which would be like totally awkward because we’re the same height, or maybe I should go grab a stuffed animal” for her to hug instead. Totally threw the girl off, got her to crack a smile and then I talked her down until I could have someone take her to the counselor.
A planning hour devoted a good 20 minute conversation of how Amazon is going to hunt us down, become self aware, and basically become the villain Doris from Meet The Robinsons.
So yeah, complete and utter awkwardness for the win in regard to breaking up possible fights since my height hinders me a bit in terms of authority.
I actually got slightly beaten up by the copier. Granted, it behaved most of the day until the afternoon and I managed to scrape my knuckles while battling with the damn thing to release a piece of paper. Owie. I figure I’ll kick it a few times tomorrow in retaliation.
'stuff happened' and 'many reasons, in many ways.”
The new one, “In today’s day and age and tracing back into history..”