The Joy of Marking

Yes, that time has come. Goodbye, sunlight, shaving, and personal hygiene. Hello, towering stacks of marking. I thought I had finished you off in January, but I should have remembered that one tragic, immutable truth:

The marking pile always comes back.

We meet again, old friend.

That's about all I have to say right now. My eyelids are growing heavy. My red pen is bleeding all over my fingers. The economics test is only half marked, but I can't fight any longer.

Here I come, sweet bed of mine!
Until next time...