Doing the right thing

There comes a time when you cannot put off the pain anymore, even though you know precisely how much each word will sting. When all the excuses have run out, when you can't let things go on the way they have been, when you have to look at things squarely and not dither over how you let things get this bad, this far, this fast. When you have to be an adult about it and face up to the uncomfortable reality. When you have to let all those suppressed emotions out, no matter who you hurt.

There comes a time when a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

And mark the entire bloody pile of homework that she's been sitting on for three weeks now.

See you later in the weekend.

2:30 pm update
Remember resolution 1: "Do not write snarky or cutting remarks in the margins, not even for the most insipid or ill-thought out of essays"? That went out the window at about 10:52 am today.


At 2/12/2005 9:53 am , Blogger stellou said...

aaaaa!!!! what did you write??? what. did. you. write?????

At 2/12/2005 10:27 pm , Blogger Agagooga said...

3 weeks?! OMG.

At 2/13/2005 1:10 am , Blogger Tym said...

Stellou --- I can't quite tell you what I wrote, since I never know when students might come across this blog, but I can tell you that some of it was written in caps and underlined energetically, while other remarks simply deadpanned the obvious. Next time you're in town, I show you lah!

Agagooga --- Hey, I had other marking to do in the interim. You don't know, meh? Teachers always got piles :)

At 2/13/2005 8:32 am , Blogger Agagooga said...

Must show me one day leh


See you on ICQ2Go or something


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