It is 3:53 AM. I just had an anxiety dream about my family's finances, woke up, couldn't sleep. Tomorrow, or really today, I will teach and then head to Invesco Field to watch Barack Obama deliver a historic acceptance speech to 70,000 people who would go nuts if he read the phone book. This should be a great day.
Except for the 45 or so letters and 100 journals and 100 reading assessments in piles on my desk and filing my web site in boxes. They are mostly all the sincere work of young people. After all, it's week one, and many of them are giving the best effort they will give all year in order to impress me. I must look at them, comment and give them back, or else I risk being labeled "the lazy grader," which I don't want--at least not at this point in the year.
So I work harder. I guess this is one of those days I get up at four to grade.
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