Thursday, November 16, 2006

how i am spending my weekend

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Right now . . . I seem to have a neverending parade of things to grade marching past me.  Grading is one of the very few things I do not enjoy about teaching. 

*sigh*  This too shall pass. . .

Nov 16, 2006 6:20:06 PM | being a teacher

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Michelle

Oh yuck! I *HATE* grading too, and right now I only have 1 student to grade for! I feel for you! You are right...this too shall pass!

Posted by: Michelle | Thursday, November 16, 2006 at 10:54 PM

Bethany

I despise grading...I'll be thinking about you!

Posted by: Bethany | Friday, November 17, 2006 at 03:17 AM

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