But the work my students turn in...slush. Too much of it, anyway. I'm in the middle of grading essays again. Slush. This, dear readers, is the real horror story of my life.
I spoke with a few colleagues about it this week; we all found irony in education. Band teachers are usually musicians themselves--folks who really love music. Art teachers love art. English teachers, this one at least, love(s) literature. I happen to enjoy writing, as well. (crazy me)
And then we surround ourselves with teenagers who could care less. Okay, maybe only 99% of them could care less.
I guess we keep at it for the 1% that care.
Addendum: I'm really not that mean at school. Or nasty. Just a bad string of papers. Fresh air helps. Really.