Last night I sucked up the bowling alley by bowling one of the worst series evah: 117, 113, 111. I might as well have hired a monkey to stand up there and throw my ball for me. On the plus side, Jerry bowled some of his best games evah: 191, 196, 153. The 191 and 196 are the best games he's ever bowled (yet, he was still peeved that he didn't break 200 -- never satisfied is he?).
After bowling, we lingered at the alley bar for some more beers and if it hadn't been a Monday night, I think I could have drank my weight in beer. In was just one of those days.
Today, I've been swamped in work: I have five sets of papers in my possession right now, and I would rather lick the sidewalk than sit down and read them -- both activities sound equally distasteful. It's not that student writers are bad writers, and it's not that their work is terrible to read: It's simply the volume that's tedious. Five sets of papers = 125 papers. They're 2-3 pages each. So, yeah, lots of reading, commenting, correcting, assessing, grading.
If only I taught a subject that didn't require writing. If I could assess them based solely on scantron tests, my life would be WAY more simplistic.
Anyway, despite the literal burial by paper, I did get out for a 3 miler this evening, and it went well (28:32). The air felt a little cooler and a little drier, so dare I say it? I think we may finally be approaching the cooler part of the year! Yay!