Yes, that's what I'm doing now. Avoiding. I have a stack of papers stacked as high as the Empire State Building sitting on the table in front of me begging to be graded and I'm refusing to do it. So what if grades are due tomorrow? So what if I don't have any grades recorded yet and we're halfway through the 4th quarter? So what if I get in trouble? So what if I lose my job? So what if I have to move back to America? And have to live on the streets. And use cardboard boxes as blankets. And make friends with a guy named One-eyed Joe who lives on Slim-Jims and ginger ale. And makes me clang cymbals and dance to circus music while wearing clown makeup and a monkey tail. So what.
Fine! I'll do it! I'll grade. But I'm not happy about it. Not happy at all.
Just know that I'll be checking my email every few minutes in case something important comes along. And I'll have to look at Facebook to make sure I see if anyone's commented on newly posted pictures or my status update. And it's quite possible that I'll have to play a game or read the news just to break up the monotony of grading.
I'm going, I'm going.
But if you need to get a hold of me, feel free to text. Or email. Or Facebook...or comment here. I promise to respond
as soon as my grading allows immediately.