I graded forty research papers over the last two days. As all teachers know, grading is what you do after work. So, it’s after work work–which doesn’t include committee work or coordinating events or attending professional development days or advising students or presenting at events. You get the point. Research papers require outlines, webs, thesis development, annotated bibliographies and, well, the paper. Grading involves reading and commenting and drinking coffee and eating small snacks and, well, grading–oh, and checking for plagiarism, which probably makes teachers qualified to be forensic scientists or intelligence operatives.
Well well well, this typewriter earned a name after coming through for me over and over: Mr. Rumpus (from the Coen brothers’ Miller’s Crossing) . He grades like a relentless force of nature. He keeps going and going and going, and that’s without batteries. He’s an Olympia SG1. He’s as rare and strong as a mythical flying unicorn-elephant on steroids. Don’t ask me about Mr. Rumpus unless you have days to spare.