I've been swamped at work, backlogged by projects, papers, quizzes. I just couldn't seem to get my head above water, which was really bugging me, not to mention depleting any kind of creative juices. So I brought home sixty end of marking period projects, which I dreaded correcting since a quick glance revealed that most were horrible, and quite a few students didn't even bother to hand them in despite the fact the project was worth a double grade.

So I begged a colleague for a plastic bag at 3:35 last Friday afternoon, which is late for me to be still hangin' in our hallowed halls on a Friday. I stuffed the offensive projects in the bag and brought them home.

Yesterday was the GSHW meeting, so I took them out of my tote and packed it with my writing things. I didn't think anything of leaving the plastic bag full of projects on the floor....until today.

You see, I have this skittish cat that is terrified of people. He is also a bit emotional...and DH hasn't cleaned out the litter box regularly enough for him lately. Can you guess where this is going?

I picked up the bag this morning and was suprised to find it wet. Yes, wet. Then I got a sniff. HOLY SHIT! Have you ever heard of the dog eating the homework? Well my cat pissed on the bag of crappy projects! ROFLOL!

Do you think that my students will believe me?

Luckily, only a few were "damaged". I graded them anyway with plastic gloves. I'm just hoping that the students don't recognize the smell when I give them back tomorrow. By the way....it did take three hours to grade them. UGH...and I wanted to do nothing today!

Oh well.