Right Out the Back End

Some things just need to be got over and done with. Then life opens up into a rolling, pleasing vista full of promise and pleasure. (That just sounded incredibly gay). Things like getting your ears pierced. I was in primary 1 when that happened. Bloody hell. Didn’t know why I did that, seeing as my threshold for pain is so low. But I suppose now I can wear lots of pretty dangly things (in theory I can, in practice I always forget). Yay. So the same can be said of marking and keying in marks.

When you’re in the middle of it, everything seems so unbearble and the boredom hangs over you like a guillotine blade. Trust me, doing a 3 hour A level paper is chicken shit compared to 2 hours of marking, mainly because your brain has completely shut down except for a tiny little section called “Answer scheme for 2 (b)”. And then after that, the little squirts chase after you to get one more mark for the A1/B3/pass, and you have to go into the database again, which totally screws around with your head.

But now that everything’s done, and my biggest task is packing up the mess before I leave, I feel that a great weight has been lifted off my chest. Hmm…maybe that’s not it. I feel as if I’ve shat rocks for 2 weeks and now my bowels are mercifully empty. There’s a spring in my step and a dance in my eye. The most important quandry that I am in now is how I’m going to celebrate. =D