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I repeat: grades have been posted.

Minus the one kid whose exam comes in the subsequent Monday, everything is graded, updated, and posted. I am three pages of matching questions from the end of my semester. Possible three-month unemployment? Terrifying, but, in this moment, vastly preferable.

This can only mean one thing: Gird yer loins; emails are coming.


Update: 23 minutes in, the first email arrives. They have requested saving from "a rough lecture" from their parents.


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