the people I graded with, as photographed by our fearless captain
Nobody really goes to the Reading to grade--the real draw is the chance to interact with other CS teachers. But I didn't get to do much of either, because I got sick on the first day, and spent most of the week quarantined at my own little table, grading and sneezing alone, and then sneezing and watching TV in my hotel room.
It was a lame Reading all around. The expo center provided us with a grading facility that was just a curtained off section of a large warehouse loading zone (complete with mice). And the food was terrible. One day the main course in the lunch buffet line was literally a potato. It was like working in some sort of forced labor grading camp. Thankfully, next year's promises to be better, as it'll be a short drive to a place in Cincinatti.
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