Grading portfolios in her windowless office . . . I don’t have a striped shirt, but I should stick out like Waldo since I’ll be the one feverishly reading for the next two and a half days.
If you don’t hear from me by Friday, send out a search party equipped with lotion (for my hands that have been sucked free of moisture by all the paper), bandaids (for all the paper cuts), and a margarita (need I explain that one?).
Have a great week, folks. I’ll see you on the other end.