tis the season

holy smokes, people.
if you could see a pic of me (please, like that will ever happen)...but use your imagination, people. picture me in my jammies (and i wish i could say they were the cute ones),  2 hours of sleep--and i'm not a pretty no-sleeper...there are more than a few bags sitting under my eyes. dang you, skin, for getting older!, sitting on my couch, surrounded by papers and projects and papers-all which have to be graded by tonight. preferably 5pm before the boss gets home, with the lady playing quietly with her manger).
wait a tic, no one should be imagining me like that. it's a little too scary, stop it. stop it right now and think of bunnies. and puppies. and warm mugs of hot cocoa. there. feel better?
good.
but seriously, people.
i have so many fun projects to do and share.
but...
my job that actually pays some bills (notice i said,  only some...*sigh...but wait, i do know how lucky i am to actually have work. strike that negative nancy comment) needs me. my students desperately want to know how they've done this semester.
and i guess i should tell them. in the form of hours upon hours of grading.
i call this time of the year, the grading season...i'm pretty sure i'm not going to make it this time...but
it's grading season. the 2-5 day period in my life  full of eating crap, barely sleeping, and...grading. so. much. fun.
at least this go-round i have a t.a.
see.
here she is thoughtfully analyzing a paper.with her by my side, how could i go wrong?