I hate double-grading. Some time yesterday afternoon, when I had submitted my own last paper to my religion professor, and having finished grading all of my own freshman portfolios, I should have been done for the semester. As it stands, I still have anywhere from six to nine hours of solid grading to go. Granted, I’ve never been inside the other teacher’s classroom and have only the vaguest ideas of what she’s been trying to teach her freshmen all semester, but still I have six to nine hours ahead of me, six to nine hours.
Six to nine hours. I’d better start.