Okay, so here’s what I did for 12 hours today:

Pick up a test booklet. Pray that it doesn’t smell like foreign lands.

Plop it down, check a number on the front, check a number on the inside cover.

Flip through each page and scrutinize the numbers left in red ink by each individual grader for accuracy in addition and replication on the score card pamphlet in back. This means that 2 + 3 must always = 5, not 3 or 0 or 4 like some (professional accountant) graders seem to think. Heh.

Also check for any pages with test taker marks that lack grader marks, as that means the grader was bad and gets no biscuit. Or something like that.

Do this thorough scan through close to 50 pages of booklet, avoid all unidentified sticky blobs that may or may not be boogers from around the world, douse yourself in Purell hand sanitizer generously.

Move on to the next booklet.

If you do find a problem? Whip out your handy dandy “THEY DONE BROKE IT” post-it and pull that sucker up to the front desk for the authorities to eyeball.

Repeat this action 20 times per stack, as many stacks per day as you can slog through. Remember: if you find an error, you could get a dollar bonus for your discovery! While not 100% guaranteed, this promise of extra cash is just enticing enough to keep you from swallowing your own tongue out of boredom and drooling on a pile of tests in your ennui-enduced stupor.

12 hours, yo. I want to kick something.

And tomorrow I have the day off (THANK YOU BABY JEEBUS) and a whole shit ton of things I need to do, have to do, want to do, should do, shouldn’t do, etc etc. I’m really concerned that I’ll end up sitting around rather than getting things done, so I’m saying it now in front of the whole internets: I will not slack off . I will not.

Need to find which class I need to take this semester. That’s a must. And filling out paperwork to be a “special student.” Also needs to happen. Certification, here I come. Hollah.