Dispatches from Matt Crackle, Installment I

This is the only place that I can admit this. I am grading after everyone is asleep. Sometimes when I am grading visual arts, I feel like the student submissions are stabbing out my eyes. It feels like a violation. I. Am. Not. Kidding. It hurts. Just when I think that I am no longer sensitive to literally ingesting things that are beyond offensive to my retinas, along comes something that shocks me back into the reality and pain of my own sensibilities.


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