Kill Me Now

I'm reporting live from the umpteenth hour of grading insanity. I'm so worn out and sad and demoralized that it's difficult to move. Why? Take, for example, this little nugget of loveliness from a student in my literature class. I asked the students to underline their thesis statements--because I've been trying to get them to improve when writing thesis statements, but even so it's difficult to see sometimes what the main point is, so it's helpful to know what THEY think their main point is--and this was her "thesis":

Framed life a capture draws me in.

Ugh. I have so much more to go.