Seeing Red

167 papers - that's how many were supposed to be submitted to me on two weeks ago.  Amazingly enough, nearly all my students handed in their creative writing projects.  I should be dancing in the street because my kids not only handed them in, but most of them did a fabulous job.  Who knew the next Dean Koontz, Jodie Picoult, and Rick Reily were sitting my classroom and doodling their way to the New York Bestsellers' List?!  

I'm exhausted, and the red pens I purchased just over a week ago are nearly dead, but the papers are done.  Their characters are dead, in love, and/or just got asked to the prom by an impoverished midget dressed as a superhero (their creative genius, not mine).  And I am ready to curl up in a ball and sleep away the stress of trying to get these papers finished for Monday.  

Good night.  Sleep tight.  No, your and you're do not mean the same thing.  See you in the morning sans the red pen smears on my left hand!