ugh, why does Sunday night come around so quickly?
I had a lovely lazy weekend, complete with a snooze in a comfy chair at Starbucks after marking 30 student journals. Their topic was "the most important day of your life" , so I got to read 30 essays about the day they got into a good university! no originality at all. and seemingly not a lot of joy either.
At least it wasn't as bad as the time I stupidly gave them the topic "if you had a time machine, where would you go and what would you do". I thought it was a GREAT topic, and was expecting all kinds of cool stories about meeting famous people and doing exciting things. no. they wrote about how they wish they could go back to their childhood because it was the only time they were ever relaxed and carefree. or, if it wasn't that, it was going back to their high school days so that they could study more. (because 6 hours of school and 7 hours of study a night isn't enough) sigh.