Incoherent rambling

I am tired as hell and really have no reason to post, but I think about beltless.com quite a bit these days. I'm constantly mulling over possible topics and writing partial posts in my head. So there are some bits and bobs floating around the old cranium.

The problem is that I've been up since 5 am, standing most of that time and teaching my heart out. I always stay late on Fridays because that's the day I collect writing journals from all my English students. Every day they write for about 10 minutes in their spiral notebooks about a topic of their choice. I also put a prompt up on the board in case they can't think of anything to say. Anyway, on Fridays I wind up with like 50 notebooks to grade, each with 5 or 6 pages of writing. I love grading them (and they're the ONLY things I love grading!), but they're heavy and time-consuming, so I check them at school before leaving for the weekend. It gives me a sense of accomplishment and saves me from having to lug them around.

The problem is that I always wind up at school until 6 - sometimes well past - on Fridays. I'm usually the last one there. Today I kept almost falling asleep at the desk trying to grade them. I finally had to give up and take the last 15 or so home to grade. Plus I have papers, projects, reading logs, and a week's worth of grammar lessons to grade at some point. Some must be graded this weekend. Others can wait, but not very long as the end of the grading period is in a week or so. UG. I could make things easier on myself by lecturing and giving multiple-choice tests, but this way my students must do the learning from scratch. Still, it's rough sometimes.

Okay, now I really am just rambling. I just wanted to update again lest anyone think this blog won't be updated as often as I can. I am glad to have it. It is at least one writing outlet for me, which I think will improve my mental health if nothing else.

Okay, off to bed as I must wake up to work crappy job #2 tomorrow - perhaps the last Saturday shift for me. Joy. Fucking 7:30 Saturday wakeup. Blah.