The Dog Ate My Grades

I'm not kidding. I cannot even believe that this happened, myself. I rememer when I was student teaching, one of my students told me that the dog ate his floppy disc -- I laughed so hard I actually cried over my desk while the student stood there swearing that he couldn't turn in his paper. I gave him a day to come up with the paper. He did.

Now I have to go in to work tomorrow and confess that Lia actually ate my grades. I laid the scantron sheets down on the coffee table and went to the bathroom and I came back to find my precious little baby tearing the grade sheets to shreds. I can get a new sheet from the department -- but I don't have time to get them before the students' exam tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. -- and I (by contract) have until Thursday at 10:00 a.m. to turn them in.

The Dog Ate My Grades -- luckily -- everyone in the department has met Lia and absolutely adores her. This will make it easier to take when Lia and I have to drag in to the office tomorrow to ask for new scantron sheets.

How humiliating!