Teaching

When I was living at home, my mom would come home from teaching and collapse on the couch. She'd take a nap for a couple of hours, then get up and go on with the day. She'd go to bed early-ish, then get up in the middle of the night to grade. And I never understood why she didn't just grade when she got home from teaching. I mean, wouldn't that spare her the pain of grading in the wee hours of the morning? And now, now that I am teaching my own class, I understand. Your brain is freaking fried when you get done teaching. I've been done for a couple of hours now and all I've been able to do is eat a fudgesicle and write a blog post. I have zero brain activity.