I'm at a coffee shop grading papers.
The experience of grading papers creates a misery within me that I can't rightly express. It's a cliche among teachers, I know, but I swear that my misery is worse than anyone else's.
On the bright side, I'm watching a guy at a table near mine drink an enormous cup of coffee, eat one donut after another from a store-bought dozen that he brought with him, and work his way through a tall stack of GRE flashcards. I can see a light dusting of cinnamon sugar on his lips, which move every once in a while as he reads from the card. He also closes his eyes, it seems, when he's trying to remember something, before turning the card over to find out if he's right or wrong. His right foot goes tap tap tap.
On the bright side, I'm watching a guy at a table near mine drink an enormous cup of coffee, eat one donut after another from a store-bought dozen that he brought with him, and work his way through a tall stack of GRE flashcards. I can see a light dusting of cinnamon sugar on his lips, which move every once in a while as he reads from the card. He also closes his eyes, it seems, when he's trying to remember something, before turning the card over to find out if he's right or wrong. His right foot goes tap tap tap.
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