Sometimes, my friends, I just need a break. A few years ago, this was the result, and I decided it was time to stop a moment and share. My papers on on the computer rather than file folders, but the sentiment is the same. Sorry about the weird line spacing. I can’t seem to fix it–and I have to go grade papers!
by Alane Starko
With profound apologies to Robert Frost
What time this is I think I know
The wintery landscape filled with snow
Fills other hearts with Christmas cheer
But mine end-of-semester low.
I must admit I think it strange
To hear the still amazing range
Of tales of papers lost and late
Of grades that I must haste to change
My back is stiff, my head I shake
And hope for brilliance, not mistake
So I may move toward Christmas tasks
To wrap and light and clean and bake.
My house holds clutter dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And piles to grade before I sleep
And piles to grade before I sleep.
Happy end of term, to all my paper-buried friends!