grade, grade, until your daddy comes home

seems all i do this time of the semester, which happens twice a year, is grade, grade, and more grading.  it can be grating this grading.  but then, it is all for the students.  they worked hard all semester now it is my turn to work hard and be as fair as possibly to the little darlings.

just sometimes wish there was an easier way to evaluate what someone has learned.  i do not test anymore; test always seemed to be an insufficient tool.  i use problem based learning projects.  it seems to work.  you just need to be sure to identify the social loafers. 

speaking of loafers, i have a perfectly good brand new pair i cannot wear; i always seem to be doing that -- buying shoes i cannot wear.  i wonder why?  was i scarred by being scared (don't you love the english language) by a pair of wild looking shoes lurking in the darkest recesses of some long lost clothes of my youth?  who knows, but i really should donate them to a worthy cause.