I just had this really, really disturbing thought: That I can kiss May goodbye until my retirement. O_o I knew that all the other teachers I know are pretty much beside themselves with work just before the summer holidays (and with "just before", I mean starting some eight weeks before the summer holidays), but somehow, so far, I'd always managed to avoid that. Now I know why that is: I'd never been working even close to the full capacity of a teacher. Full capacity is 25 lessons a week (for my school form).
I'm at eighteen now and I'm going *bonkers*. I've just gone through 13 A-level English exam papers (Abitur), 31 Year Seven English classtests (which feature a lot more free text production than UK or US exams so they're hell to mark), I've finished marking nine out of 26 Year Ten final English exams and will have to do the rest on Monday, by which time I really need to start working on the twenty Year Twelve exam papers that have been lying here for a week now; and when those are done, I'm writing two more Latin exams on the same day, one in Year Six and the other in Year Seven.
And it will stay like this every year from now on.
Why, WHY didn't I take Art as a subject??
*Goes back to mark and weep some more*