I haven’t posted in a while because I’ve been grading fictional short stories for the last twelve hundred years. Why? Because I told my students there was no page limit for the assignment. I’ll pause while you laugh at me and point and shout, “ROOKIE MISTAKE!” jeeringly.
Thank you. I needed that.
Now that that’s done, I actually did enjoy grading them. Their stories were awesome and they actually read their rubrics, which figuratively speaking made my heart explode with never-ending confetti. I also enjoyed grading them because I began to realize that some of my feedback would sound very, very strange if taken out of context.
So I decided to publish it on the Internet.
Here are 10 real things I wrote while grading:
I mean, don’t we all?
Super stinky scarf, or superhuman senses? This is important.
If you’ve had the popcorn in Chicago you will understand that this is a valid question.
Or a governor-appointed granny?
(Note: It was in the linen closet.)
Can’t believe I fell for the old bait-and-switch!
When only the last paragraph of a paper is messy, you may as well make a note to your teacher that says, “Rushed to finish writing this on the bus, xoxo”
This would be a strange thing to shout in a movie theater.
This story was AWESOME and I am still thinking about it.
And finally, the comment that gave me the idea for this post:
I already can’t wait to grade next year’s short stories.