Suddenly my hand feels so petrified from holding the red ballpen. The papers are checked. Right now I’m evaluating the essays and calibrating my teaching methods. My eyes feel tired, but there are things that have yet to be observed — like those silly little punctuation marks which have escaped when logic left the page.
“Indifference feigns tolerance by saying that you’re acceptable in a way that suggests that it really doesn’t matter who you are.” [Fr Brian Busse, SJ]