2009-02-11 - 6:47 p.m.
I globally believe that Brutus was a big fat meany

I have been so productive after work today! I thought I wasn't going to get anything done because I was soooo dead driving home.

But then!

I . . .

- went to the library, returned things and checked things out for school

- worked out (even though it was a shitty workout because my shoulder is wigging out right now. stupid weather changes)

- went grocery shopping

- got the mail (it's two blocks away, it's a big deal)

- did two loads of laundry

- did the dishes

- ate dinner

I accomplished so much. In so little time!

At this point, you should be saying "That's great, Ninja! Good for you! Now, how much of that mountain of grading have you finished?"

Ok. So, it's like this. I put the grading into piles, in order of what needs to get done first. I got out my grading pen. I straightened the paper clips. I . . . tore off some of that stupid crappy stuff at the edge of notebooks that all teachers so furiously hate.

And now I'm here.

I don't wanna grade! I've been grading all damn day! I'm sick of reading really crappy short stories with no character developments and plots that go like this "Jenny was just a normal teen, she went to school and people liked her. But one day, she was kidnapped! But luckily, her boyfriend and one true love with sparkling blue eyes and mocha brown hair came to save her. Her heart beat with passion and love as she looked into his worried and soulful eyes. But then! Boyfriend Blue Moon was stabbed by the bad guy, who laughed and laughed. Jenny crawled over to BBM, cradled his dying form, crying "I love you, Blue Moon, don't leave me!" Blue Moon replied "I'll always be with you, my love, my soul, my ange . . .l . ." and then the light went out of his dazzling sea blue eyes. Jenny wept and wept" and Ms. Ninja threw the fucking piece of trash across the room, followed swiftly by her orange felt tip pen of crushed, Stephenie Meyer dreams.

Oh, GOD! They all want this big emotional pay off at the end of their stories without ever giving me anything to be emotional about. It's awful. And I blame you, Stephenie Meyers, writer of deliciously melodramatic and awful vampire romances. This is all your fault! And I have 10 more 12 page stories to read, dammit!

I just keep giving them stuff to work on and then I just keep collecting the stuff and I wonder how on earth I have so much teenage shit to read through. Honestly, if I read one more essay that insists that Brutus did the wrong thing by murdering Caesar because "murder is wrong and Brutus should be in jail! It's against the law to kill and that's why Brutus was wrong". Wait, no, I didn't have "I believe" or "it's my personal opinion that" or "I think that I personally believe" in that example, I should start over. I am not even f-ing kidding you. I got an essay that started out with "I think that Brutus was wrong because I personally believe". Oh, the metacognition! Also, is there a way to believe other than personally?

Okay, okay, okay. Enough stalling. I have to grade the stack in front of me because I left an equally large stack sitting on my desk at school. And I just realized that I lost the quizzes my Fantasy Lit students took on Tuesday. Son of a buck.