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    <title>Why (I think) Teachers hate Sundays (aw, my 1st blog...)</title>
    <published>2008-05-05T02:47:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">One reason and one reason only-- because Monday comes after it.&amp;nbsp; Sundays are always, at least in my experience, a mad scramble of grading papers, finalizing lesson plans, and just mentally preparing to take on a full week and all the chaos that it will surely bring.&amp;nbsp; I spent most of the day reading and grading a vast majority of the 58 AP Research Papers my students submitted the week we returned from Spring Break (if you're keeping track at home, that's right; these papers are over 3 weeks old).&amp;nbsp; But damn it, in my defense I&amp;nbsp;put them off for a reason.&amp;nbsp;Hell, for several reasons.&amp;nbsp; First, repeatedly reading papers about WWI is not thrilling in the least.&amp;nbsp; Not matter how well written they are (and honestly, only small percentage are WELL written), somewhere around the eighth paper, my eyes roll back and it's off to "lala land".&amp;nbsp; Combine this with the 120 or so Freshmen essays (which are typically much worse than the sophomore papers), and the task is nearly unbearable.&amp;nbsp; But alas, it's the curse of being a teacher-- more specically, an English teacher.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do?&amp;nbsp; Well, I can't, or should I say &lt;strong&gt;won't&lt;/strong&gt;, quit-- not yet.&amp;nbsp; I'm too stubborn and I don't have a&amp;nbsp;(good)&amp;nbsp;backup plan.&amp;nbsp; Plus, grading aside, there are times that I do LOVE the job.&amp;nbsp; There are even some times I would consider doing it for free (just don't tell my employers that).&amp;nbsp; The kids, as infuriating as they are sometimes, are worth it.&amp;nbsp; They are constantly a surprise and, if nothing else, make the job interesting.&amp;nbsp; However, the most addictive thing is the 'aha' moment when a kid finally understands something or comes to realization.&amp;nbsp; Those are the times when all the bull is worthwhile.&amp;nbsp; Those are the moments that make teachers come back the next day and the days after-- searching for more of the same (which &lt;em&gt;hardly&lt;/em&gt; ever consecutively occur).&amp;nbsp; The constant search for teachable moments is what keeps me plugging away, no matter how many infernal papers I have to read and make comments on.&amp;nbsp; So, in answer to my question at the beginning of this paragraph, I just go to Panera Bread (free coffee/tea refills-- I need the constant caffeine!), plug into my IPod, and get to grading,&amp;nbsp;one paper at a time, and pray that Monday will come slowly and pass quickly.</content>
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