Yes, I'm marking assignments again. 19 students did the assignment, which means 57 five hundred word stories to read and comment on and grade within a couple of weeks. I ploughed through a lot of them today, but after wrestling with a story that began:
And said 'But where has he gone?'
and also contained the sentence:
And I ran out and Stevie shouted and I kicked the ball and Stevie cheered and caught it and I thought the dead man was gone and he wouldn't want to stay somewhere dark where there was no one to talk to only spiders and creepy crawlies but would be were granddad had been looking.
which every time I try to read it I fall over the typo were for where, not to mention running out of breath by the time I reach the word spiders, I decided that I really had had enough when I opened the next story and saw that it was about a clown giving a child a balloon at a carnival. Aaaaarrrgghh!
To be fair, this student's second story was good and, although I complain about endless RTAs, another student showed that you can take a well-used idea and just do it really really well. Her story of the aftermath of a car accident was delicately and subtly done, with the whole accident implied rather than told directly. And it had a happy ending, without being trite.
Finally, as if having a deadline for all these assignments wasn't enough, G flies out to the US early on Saturday morning. He is going to a meteorological modelling software conference in Boulder, at which he is giving a paper, and he is as hyper as a small kid a few days before Christmas. I think I will be glad to get back to work tomorrow for, if not a rest, at least a calm and organised day.