The grading session
begins amidst crumbles of
delicious muffin madness.
The top project has so many errors,
that I want to just shred it rather
than mark it. Yet this is my job.
This is wrong, squire.
This, too, is wrong.
You've done this in a format
incompatible with the English-
speaking readership.
These stats are made up,
I'd bet my spleen.
I am almost out of red ink,
and this is a new pen.
The second paper fares better.
I find that when I write not at all,
the grade is always high.
The project works;
my pen hand is limp.
When done, I write "SPLENDID"
on the first page, but I suspect
that won't even be read.
Or the student will wonder what
"splendid" means. Splendid
is one of Yaro's words.
I save it for the right occasion.
So, "SPLENDID," and "BRAVO!"
I write, with the exclamation point.
Maybe I just right "100" or "A."
"A+" Is that too much?
I go back to the first paper.
At the end of my voluminous comments
about the inanity of the project,
I write: "A TERRIFIC MESS."
He'll think "terrific" means good.
That way we both win.
Muffins? Are there any left?
There are projects left, of course. A stack.
But a muffin!
It would be splendid.
I'm taking a CM break from commenting on paper drafts, and now I want a muffin
ReplyDeleteA muffin is perfection.
ReplyDeleteWhere is Dick, anyway?
ReplyDeleteAfter Herr Tingle did a number of weekly posts he decided to step back for a while.
ReplyDeleteI, too, miss Dick. I hope he'll stop back in now and then. And speaking of poets, I miss Greta. I hope she's doing okay; it sounded from her last post like she was going through a rough patch.
ReplyDeleteAnd making muffins is now on my agenda, if not for this weekend, then at least over Thanksgiving break. Cranberries are starting to appear in the stores, right? I really like cranberry/orange/walnut muffins.