“It’s no use caring about their grades more than they do.”
Do not stop to wonder why they are repeating errors from their earlier papers when not only did I mark the errors then, I allot class time for students to read through their comments, ask questions about them, and make a list of things they are going to try to do better on their next paper.
It may be no use, but I’m pretty sure I do care about their grades more than they do.
On a more cheerful note, I’ve also been reading the auto ethnographer’s blog, and though I am green with envy at the pictures of the sabbatical house and town, it also makes me happy to fantasize a similar situation for myself someday.
Either I have miscounted these papers, or an awful lot of people turned them in online but not in hard copy, or didn’t turn them in at all. I don’t think I’m going to finish today, but there is hope of being done by Wednesday’s classes: another cheerful thought.
Five-minutes-later update: D’oh! I found the rest of the papers. Gah. Clearly grading, or something, is affecting my brain.