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it grades the papers

We have entered that magical part of the semester, the one where it feels like I spend every waking moment grading student papers. This is what most of my weekend looked like:


All that is missing from this picture is the box of tissues that was on the other side of the table, since both the Boy and I have a case of the late winter sniffles. The Diva had them earlier in the week but seems to have rallied. As has the Boy, who bounced off to school today. Me? Not so much. 


UPDATE: So maybe the Boy hasn't rallied as much as assumed....

Sam and I have been passing the sniffles back and forth since before Christmas. Man, do I want my sinuses back.

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