Would you rather be writing essays? I’d gladly trade you right now. I would like to sit back, and banally stare at whatever rather than write these LAST 2 essays. One more day of classes. One more day. Somehow that seems like the rest of life; one more day. I suppose that’s something to be thankful for–one more day.
I’d trade you right now. Let’s make a deal. You take 100 students and a giant armload of marking. I’ll deal with commas and Glen Scrimshaw for a few days.
Would you rather be writing essays? I’d gladly trade you right now. I would like to sit back, and banally stare at whatever rather than write these LAST 2 essays. One more day of classes. One more day. Somehow that seems like the rest of life; one more day. I suppose that’s something to be thankful for–one more day.
I’d trade you right now. Let’s make a deal. You take 100 students and a giant armload of marking. I’ll deal with commas and Glen Scrimshaw for a few days.
I wouldn’t trade you. I’m sitting here with my tea and the cat. Can’t beat that.
Where’s my candy?
Hehehe. I’ve offered to trade him for my last two big projects of the semester too… just one more week of classes, just one week…
Sheesh, are you still at work?
I never leave. They did, however, buy me a delicious rotisserie chicken meal with asparagus and potatoes. Yum, yum.
Spoiled.
Will you please post a new blog and put me out of my misery every time I look at your site. Thanks.