Outside of faculty meetings and writing report cards, assessing essays, — i.e., untangling twisted syntax, striking through flaccid phraseology, performing CPR on near-dead verbs (not to mention dealing with grammar and mechanics)[pant, pant] – is for me the least enjoyable aspect of teaching English.
[Cue the Godfather, James Brown]: Good Gawd! That be way more than an ass/shit/truck load!
How high would they reach if stacked one-on-one? My pal Horatio is cutting me off: ‘Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.”
Let’s just leave it like this: I’ve spent approximately 5,775 hours of my life correcting papers – i.e., 240 days, the equivalent of eight months, i.e., three-quarters of a year, one percent of my life.
But here’s the thing. That percentage is going down. I’m retiring. I only have 232 to go!
[Sigh] An ass load.