scripts

it's been an exhausting week, eversince that madrush of a tuesday, and the exam scripts came in, and i been marking and marking and marking, clearing up to 40 scripts a day. it's the tedium, it's the indecipherable scribbles, the frustrating grammatical errors, it's what i'm earning my living for, at least for now and another one week. and the scripts have all been marked, on top of filing a report on the students' performance. i'm drained, but satisfied at a hard work well done.

i do love my job.

you shouldn't have doubted my ability and willing ness to complete the work. i gave you my word and you should have taken it and trusted me, because i thought you knew me better. for the past one and a half years i have not put in so much, slogged so hard, stayed back and up so late, spent out of my own pockets, earned such a pittance, only to squander it on a last-minute cop-out. I'd said i would, and i would. i absolutely love what i'm doing and i cant love my job anymore than i do now though i would if i could.

i could be swamped with a million more scripts and they'd be nothing next to your galling doubting countenance.