At first they came for the smokers but I did not speak out as I did not smoke. Then they came for the binge drinkers but I said nothing as I did not binge. Now they have an obesity strategy.
Marking is a horror, an outrage, an offence against the human person.
Come off it Norm; it is far worse than that.
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175 exercises of various sorts per week: to be honest I don't miss it. But it had some splendid moments when some struggler, for example, eventually elicited cries of 'By George, he's got it!' or similar, to say nothing of some wonderful writing that cried aloud for publication. Perhaps it is just absence that is making the heart grow fonder here...There are also the glorious howlers, one favourite being the name given to William the Conqueror's suppression of revolt in the northern parts of England: The Herring of the North. And the Welsh prince who fought against Edward I: any anagram of NLEYWLLEL.
That's very funny. And I can only concur. Marking is deeply evil. There simply are not enough words to describe how much I detest marking. There are people who volunteer to do extra stuff. They get paid for it, of course - but I feel this is no excuse.
I've only just picked up on the sheer absurdity of this sequence of posts. As an "academic" who once had what some of my mates in the trade I left behind call "a real job", can I suggest that those of you moaning about marking - ususally done indoors in the dry, in my experience anyway - contemplate starting a rent collection round at 5 to 8 on the Copse (we used to call it Corpse) Road, Saltwells, Dudley, when it is tipping down with rain. You know it is going to be 1pm before you finish. You know it will still be tipping down when you finish. You know you will be soaked to the skin at 1.00pm. You know that no one on this round gives you a decent brew. And you know that you will be doing Mousesweet tomorrow and that it will still be tipping down then. You may gather that I don't often moan about marking. If you are that fussed by it, give 'em all a first, or dole out the high marks to those who get on the bus to demo like they allegedly did at Nanterre in the late 60's.
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175 exercises of various sorts per week: to be honest I don't miss it. But it had some splendid moments when some struggler, for example, eventually elicited cries of 'By George, he's got it!' or similar, to say nothing of some wonderful writing that cried aloud for publication. Perhaps it is just absence that is making the heart grow fonder here...There are also the glorious howlers, one favourite being the name given to William the Conqueror's suppression of revolt in the northern parts of England: The Herring of the North. And the Welsh prince who fought against Edward I: any anagram of NLEYWLLEL.
That's very funny. And I can only concur. Marking is deeply evil. There simply are not enough words to describe how much I detest marking. There are people who volunteer to do extra stuff. They get paid for it, of course - but I feel this is no excuse.
I've only just picked up on the sheer absurdity of this sequence of posts. As an "academic" who once had what some of my mates in the trade I left behind call "a real job", can I suggest that those of you moaning about marking - ususally done indoors in the dry, in my experience anyway - contemplate starting a rent collection round at 5 to 8 on the Copse (we used to call it Corpse) Road, Saltwells, Dudley, when it is tipping down with rain. You know it is going to be 1pm before you finish. You know it will still be tipping down when you finish. You know you will be soaked to the skin at 1.00pm. You know that no one on this round gives you a decent brew. And you know that you will be doing Mousesweet tomorrow and that it will still be tipping down then.
You may gather that I don't often moan about marking. If you are that fussed by it, give 'em all a first, or dole out the high marks to those who get on the bus to demo like they allegedly did at Nanterre in the late 60's.
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