What a Grind

It’s exam time and final essay time and I’m drowning in paper. What a horrible feeling.

As I go through each test or essay, I start with so much hope. A ten percent of the time I’m rewarded, but often there’s no magical change. The same perfunctory responses. I think by the time they’re finished with high school they’ve been so conditioned to think that’s what school is for that that’s all ninety percent of them can do. There’s a lot of “heavy lifting” to get them to move beyond the standard.