My checkbook arrived in the mail today--it turned out that I'd left it at my grandparents the day after TG, and then grandma mailed it to the wrong address. On examining it, I'm /slightly/ less broke than I thought, and it turns out my Dad owes me money, rather than the other way around. So good news.
Bad news: the large pile of very bad in-class essays that I now have to grade. (I guess this will be good preparation for next week, when I have a large pile of end-of-semester essays to grade. They will suck much less overall, but also be about four times longer, so that the Suck goes on for much longer.)
Time to do the dishes, brew up a cup of Evil Forest coffee,* and have a few hours of masochism...
* Named for the character/place in Things Fall Apart, this is bad homebrewed coffee with chilies, cocoa, and probably vodka. My own invention.
ETA: Aunt Sue, that was NOT a good time to call.
Also? I hate it when the essays start out bad, and then you look back at the ones you graded early on and they look pretty good, on second thought, because the ones you're dealing with now are so much worse.
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