Friday was the pleasure of scoring 1800 middle school essays, the fruits of the famed “district writing test.” Attending the gala were most of the district’s 7th and 8th grade teachers, with a few dedicated or unfortunate members hailing from the elementary and high school levels.
This year I came up with the genius idea of keeping track of how many essays I had scored. 45 essays bought me a bathroom trip.
Another 20 earned me a coffee refill. My total of 199 procured bragging rights. Next year I’ll hit 200.
All before lunch. With a couple of pee stops mixed in.
While I was tallying My estimable colleagues had a pool going on how many times I would use the facilities. I’m not sure what the prize was, but we all found a way to maneuver through the stacks.
