I am having mac and un-cheese for dinner, and I bought a box of candy, because the thought of filling in ID numbers and grades in 105 scantrons, in order to add together some numbers that my computer can already add together, requires comfort food and sugar.
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Why I couldn't do Hil's job: in addition to being horrible at math in my own right, I'd be tempted just to give everyone an 80 and take my evening back. (I may be unemployable, but not for the reasons people think.)
No, you don't give everyone an 80, that's the biggest tell that you've fudged the work. Most people get an 80, a few get 90s and 60s, one or two get 99 and 32. The Bell curve is your friend.
Yeah, you're right. And if I'd been teaching them for a semester, I bet I could guess who'd be where.
Actually computing the grades is the easy part. Filling them in on the scantrons is the annoying part, and it's equally annoying with the real averages or fake ones.
Why crime doesn't pay: it's just as much work to do it right as staying legal.
Curses, foiled again.
in order to add together some numbers that my computer can already add together, requires comfort food and sugar.
If it doesn't just require alcohol and maybe comfort food, you are beating me.
Alcohol would have been good, but I didn't have any in the house, and there weren't any liquor stores on the way home. The grocery store I stopped at doesn't have seating for their prepared foods section, so they can't sell alcohol.
Pennsylvania, right.