We are in week eight of seventeen. It is midterm season. And, I have graded sixty-eight essays, seventeen narratives, three classes of journals and political cartoon responses. I have eleven more essays to grade and fourteen poems. I’d like to have this all done before Thursday.
I wish I had it all done on Saturday. Another load of reading comes in almost every day until mid May. It is good that I love words.
If you love words, consider attending the seventh-annual Our Life Stories Writers’ Conference: hart-crcwritersconference.org.
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