As you know, I was hired to mark provincial diploma exams - grade 12 social studies essays. There were 22,000 students in the province who wrote the exam and each student wrote two essays, so we had 44,000 essays to mark. Each essay had to be marked by two people (a third if there were discrepancies in the marks). That's a minimum of 88,000 reads by approximately 180 markers over 5 days. Yeah, that's lots of marking.
I am exhausted. Brain dead. Well, at least I was last night, but I'm okay now. I'm so ready to get back to sewing and making ATCs and maybe some knitting. Anything that doesn't relate to economics, the Patriot Act, democracy and dictatorship, or civil and political rights. Anything.
On my way to work this morning, I heard an old '80s song on the radio and I remembered how much fun it was as a teenager to walk down the halls at school belting out favourite songs with my friends. Our teachers must have thought we were nuts... or maybe they also remembered what it was like to be young.
This made me think about the things that remind me how great it is to be alive... so I started a list, first in my head and now I'm sharing it with you.
Things that make me glad to be alive:
- Hearing my daughter giggling with a friend downstairs. It's nice to hear her having fun.
- My nephew coming to visit for the weekend. Even though I didn't get to spend a lot of time with him, it was the BEST birthday present!
- Coming home from work early and putting on my pajamas right away.
- Knowing Spring is right around the corner (okay, I'm pushing it, but I'm optimistic).
- Seeing "Happy Birthday! 29 Forever" on my birthday cake (hehe - how well my family knows me).
- Visiting blogs and knowing that everything is business as usual with all of you.
- Being the guest of honour at my birthday party and playing the social butterfly.
- That tired but good feeling after working out at the gym.
- Learning a new choreography at dance class and believing that I will be ready to perform it in March.
- Having a husband who understands my wanderlust even if he doesn't share it.
- Great conversations with new friends over a pile of essays (I met some really wonderful teachers from other parts of the province while marking).
- Coffee already brewed for me by 6:30 am (courtesy of Marie-Claude, my new coffeemaker, which was a Christmas present from Mr. P. I didn't know I needed it until I had it.)
- Clean sheets on the bed.
- Finishing a quilting or sewing project.
- Warm dogs on my lap.
- A well-written book.
- Parcels in the mail, especially from my mother who sends me the neatest presents - vintage necklaces and brooches, paintings and photographs, fabric...
- My little ATC swap group.
- Coming home at the end of the day to my 100-year old house.
- And, of course, singing along loudly to a song when I know all the words (or most of them and can make up the rest).
I'm trying to access photos from the big shindig Saturday night. It was such a good time! The OnlyChild took a few pictures, not many, but convincing her to upload them to my computer (when she has a friend visiting) is not an easy task. I want to show you my party dress ☺ I hope she will recognize the urgency in this task and get to it right away!
Ciao for now...