Spent a significant part of the day marking scripts from the IB May examinations. The paper I'm marking for was set for a much later date than usual, and I'm facing a very tight deadline for clearing my designated load. The problem is, though, that it's just impossible to mark more than 30 scripts in a day without feeling completely brain-dead and even managing that number does unpleasant things to the psyche. But I did the necessary despite the attendant unpleasantness and, crucially, managed to give full and fair attention to each script through to the end.
It's salutary to think that what becomes an almost meaningless chore for the marker might have a profound effect on someone's future. Something one needs to remind oneself on dealing with each and every script.
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