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Some days I love my job. This is one of them.
I have spent the morning running heats at the field to assertain who is the fast, jumps furthest, whatever, for the local town sports.
I have then come home to mark work which should have been marked by someone else, but they haven't done it, so I have to.
It's not a big deal, what matters is that I am at home doing it in the cool of my house and without interruptions, instead of at school in a stuffy room, with lots of interruptions.
This, I like.
In other news, it is now Tuesday, it is a week since I asked for information from the She-Ex, and there has been nothing. I can only conclude that she doesn't want my help, or that she is happy with BG's reading as it is. So be it. I offered and tried.
So. SATs marking it is.
