I’ve been trying to maintain a low level of intoxication while grading: still cogent enough to reason, but buzzed enough not to want to kill myself or my students. I think I overshot on the alcohol today… but I’m still feeling homicidal.
I finished grading, returned the papers, and entered all the grades. I haven’t left my apartment in 3 days. I have 3 job applications due tomorrow. I kind of want to cry.
I’m going to have to go through this drill again in a month. Remind me to spread out the grading over more than 4 days.
Grading is the absolute worst part of a job in academia.
Loki is the Philosopher King 