Mary of the week: I need an Our Lady of Efficient Grading

We’re in the final throes of the school year here, and holy cow, I’m ready for vacation.  Stick a fork in me.   I’m done.

But then again, I’m not done, because I still have papers to grade.    With the exception of eight weeks in summer, I always have papers to grade.   Always.  The psychic toll this takes on a person simply cannot be denied.

So I really need a Mary called Our Lady of Efficient Grading.  I could use her prayers right about now, as I wearily polish off the final stacks.

Or I could use an Our Lady of Packing, because I’m doing that too: packing up the contents of my classroom and department office desk for a move to a new building.   I am unearthing fascinating things, like papers from students I taught in 1998.  That would make them … how old now … thirty?   Dang.   I’ve been doing this a long time.

But since I can’t find any icons of Our Lady of End-of-the-School-Year Pursuits, I’ll just share this image instead.  It is a soothing and lovely image for any week, especially a frazzled, moving-at-lightning-speed week like this one.  May it bring you peace, too.



Song of the Angels by William-Adolphe Bougureau

2 responses to “Mary of the week: I need an Our Lady of Efficient Grading

  1. “I always have papers to grade. Always. The psychic toll this takes on a person simply cannot be denied.” Boy can I relate to that. Every year I approach the proverbial toll booth and panic. I can’t pay! I don’t have what it takes, enough time, energy. How am I ever going to get to the other side? Every year I manage, I scrape and scrounge every crevice and corner and eek out just enough to get me through. Eight weeks recovery is hardly enough. I once read a blog by a teacher who was responding to the “teachers have it made – who else gets 3 months vacation” mentality. She accurately replied that it is NOT vacation. It’s comp time. I’m very proud of you for doing this work for so long. I’m not sure I’ll last that long…

  2. It’s comp time, for sure!!! I don’t know how teachers of summer school do it … without that time to recharge, I’d be toast again in the fall.

    I bet you will last that long. It’s one year at a time, and before you know it, your first students are married with kids. Wild.