This morning, I was wondering where the semester had gone. What have I been doing with my time?
As I pondered the passing days, I glanced down at my hands. The sides of my fingers and my forearm are stained red.
Oh, that's right, I remembered. I've been spending the semester GRADING.
Yes, my lovelies, I've been in grading hell. You can measure my semester by the spent red pens in the wastebasket.
By what do you measure YOUR semester? Empty pipet boxes? Drained ink cartridges?
