Today my bones hurt.
I stand in front of my class watching them take a midterm exam. I
handed out crisp, clean, white exams. One by one, they drop them off
at my desk in the front of the room, covered in ink (the brave) or
pencil scratch, stacked on top of their cheat sheets. One girl turns
in more than one cheat sheet, and now I’m faced with an issue I
didn’t anticipate. Do I subtract points from her exam? My ankle
bone hurts. Which is interesting because to my knowledge, I have
never injured the bone in my ankle. Maybe it’s the cyst that’s
apparently growing out of my joint.
I sip cold coffee as
the room slowly empties. Three students remain. The construction
outside provides a constant loud hum that I’ve managed to tune out.
The stack of exams on my desk grows larger and I wonder who does more
work for these things- myself or my students?
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