I guess I only thought I failed NaBloPoMo.
I have since been informed by my friend Kathy that I am not allowed to default on my commitment, even if I did miss a deadline. To provide incentive for me to continue daily posting, she has promised to give me a NaBloPoMo Prize for my very own if I manage to finish out the month.
I am so on it.
And it better be a real prize, not some creepy practical joke. (Do you hear me, Kathleen? If I bump into that crazy Burger King head one more time, I’ll go off my nut.)
Today I picked up a stack of math tests to grade, only to find that someone had already given himself a grade. Right there in the yellow box in the corner where I usually record the score, a childish hand had written a wobbly “100”–in my red pen!
Whose paper was it?
Do you really need to ask?