During my way-too-short college career, I always envied the instructors. How sweet would it be to just have to grade a midterm rather than having to write the darn paper. How sweet would it be to judge someone else’ intelligence rather than prove your own. In my second year of teaching, I come to realize that I was absolutely wrong. Boy was I wrong. It’s way worse to be the grader than the graded. I should have thought about the fact that instructors have to grade a bunch of papers, not just one. In retrospect, I probably should have enjoyed my college midterms a lot more. Because as they say, life is what happens between midterms. Or something like that.